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Jennifer Love Hewitt with no bra and no make up takes the trash out in front of her house in Hollywood.
Jennifer Love Hewitt sin sujetador ni maquillaje saca la basura en frente de su casa de Hollywood.
So today I went on a field trip to a "Real" Camera Store and talked to a Photo Consultant about lighting and my D50...
This picture captures me perfectly! I look like a child lost (complete with lack of makeup and a ponytail)
Notice how I am listening with my left ear (Logical thinking side) trying to absorb all the details. I did learn some, mostly I learned how much I don't know... OH and I have to send my Nikon off for repair :-(
But... I got to play with a remote control and now have one on order... YEAH BABY!
After this... I had to go to Drink My Lunch
Yep, me with zero makeup and zero creativity. I got nuthin' today. The fam is upstairs watching a movie, and while I usually partake on movie night, I just did not feel up to it.
Today has flown by, but I guess I feel productive. I slept in, and Dave and I had a quiet breakfast together - it was nice. When I was not working we had breakfast together every morning and I realize how much I miss that. The makeup-less-ness is due to my spa day, where I got my usual 2 waxes and I also got a free mini-facial (not because of a referral or anything, but I think she felt so sorry for me and my skin becoming so dehydrated from moving here and we were talking about products so she just did it). Then I came home and picked up kiddos and we did the shopping we did not get to last night because we were running so late and then I finished up a ton of laundry and cleaned pretty much the whole house (Dave did some for me while I was gone, yay!). And then made dinner. And had dinner. And did the dishes. And gave myself a pedicure. And went into the basement to take this photo. And then wrote up a desc. with terrible grammar starting sentences with 'and'. ;-)
I am tired. No early bedtime though. I have things I still want to do. I suspect the next 4 days until vaca are going to drag but I want to get the house clean (I hate coming home to a mess, especially since I will NOT have a rest/unpack day after we get home before going back to work! We get home fairly late that night and then work the next day) and just take care of some things.
I have done photos with no makeup but this one just feels so BARE. You know how when you get a facial in the end your skin is better off but it really looks like hell the rest of that day? Yeah.
Have I mentioned how much I am looking forward to getting away with Dave? I need it. WE need it (he may disagree but I strongly feel that way. It's been too long. We need time.).
50 Random Facts About Me
#43: I think my biggest pet peeve is when people preach 'The Golden Rule' to no end and then do NOT follow it. I have had people do it to me (or you know, "do as I say, not as I do") and it amazes me how people can be. Things like that are the quickest way for me to lose respect for a person, and sadly I have lost some or most respect for people over the years who I interact with a lot because of this.
I am thrilled with my long shiny red hair!
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It's been a strangely wonderful few days. I've felt completely comfortable without makeup on, as pictured above and in every other picture uploaded today.
I'm not sure what happened, but the ghost of him is forever gone, and he's finally taken his place beside me.
Jennifer Love Hewitt with no bra and no make up takes the trash out in front of her house in Hollywood.
Jennifer Love Hewitt sin sujetador ni maquillaje saca la basura en frente de su casa de Hollywood.
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Day 40 of the 365 days challenge.
Allow me to preface by saying how irksome it is that my tripod is in storage and I've got no room for my lights; all these arm's-length closeups are starting to get to me. I crave diversity! It doesn't help that I only seem to have one facial expression.
The #1 thing that this project has helped me with-- though I was too tired to do it today-- is eye contact. For the longest time, especially with self-portraits, I could not
make eye contact with the camera. It felt.. I don't know. Too superficial, too shallow and too honest. It's like if I look out the window or to the right or anywhere but in the lens, I can fool myself into thinking I'm not posing for the camera. I've always got a certain amount of trepidation when the pictures download-- I'm always afraid of what I'll see.
It reminds me of something John Mayer posted in his blog once. I don't know if I agree with the whole cloth, but the sentiment certainly rings a little too true. I don't know, maybe it just hits a little too close to home because I'm feeling disconnected in a lot of important, interpersonal ways.
"Us", As Told By Us
I can think of no better metaphor for loneliness (or at least involuntary independence) than a photograph of a man with his arm extending out of the frame and his body leaning backwards, every muscle engaged, hoping to get the shot of himself he envisions in his head. A shot, by the way, that looks nothing like the man. This, of course, is why he chooses it as his portrait. It doesn't remind him of anything he knows so well. Maybe he likes to hold his lens to the mirror because the inverse of his image is just novel enough to satisfy him. Maybe the glare from the flash across the glass cheats the math. A fluke of physics for 1/400 of a second, proof that sometimes, when you shoot enough, the camera gets it right.
As time goes on, the best years of our lives will be remembered by photos we took of ourselves. We'll handle our own history, revising it as we go along, deleting the ones that don't look like our reflections anymore. All that will remain will be images of people that look nothing like us.
In 20 years it won't matter what our connection to us was. There will be nothing to learn from an image of ourselves, by ourselves. That's called life. The ongoing image of us, by us. It will only matter what the connection to others was like.
Those will matter.
That shot that girls take together, man - they know what they're doing. The flash hits so hard that everything behind their hair becomes arbitrary darkness, their environment suggested only by the cut of dress and color of beverage. That's your life. That's your self. When you hand the camera to someone else, you break that electrical circuit of hand to lens to eye to vanity. I've never seen any truth in that, and I never expect to.
No more pictures of me by me. I can save you time and just write what I hope you'll think about me when you see me.
Honest but mysterious
uncommonly attractive but naive
Potential for great understanding, but only if called upon. Fun as default.
Rugged but subtle
That's more than you'll get out of me from some photograph I chose as the one that you should see. Don't ever let me pick my own photo. I have two options. Disappointment in not seeing what I so badly want to, or a false sense of wonder.
But the ones you girls take together, that's what it's all about.
John
Jennifer Love Hewitt with no bra and no make up takes the trash out in front of her house in Hollywood.
Jennifer Love Hewitt sin sujetador ni maquillaje saca la basura en frente de su casa de Hollywood.
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MEEEE!!!
The dreaded self-portrait!!
it is true; I am a sorry specimen of the female gender - I have not got a clue about makeup!
Jennifer Love Hewitt with no bra and no make up takes the trash out in front of her house in Hollywood.
Jennifer Love Hewitt sin sujetador ni maquillaje saca la basura en frente de su casa de Hollywood.
When I told her I had around 5 wks left, she said, "Oh - I'm sorry." Yeah... this baby has gotten *heavy* - and I'm already having to wear my longest maternity shirts (or stick with dresses - which are becoming increasingly shorter as time goes on.)
According to the midwife I saw yesterday (only the second time with her ever... and not impressed) she says I'm measuring right on target. Well maybe so, but this baby feels BIG. One of the ladies I've gotten to know at our Natural Grocers is convinced I'm going to go 3 weeks (or so) early. I wish... :)
I've started taking Evening Primrose oil and black cohosh capsules to try to avoid a late delivery... it's starting to get a little ridiculous with these 100F days, even with our little a/c unit trying its hardest to keep things cool-ish. :) I've even taken to raiding the kids' popsicles late at night. ;)
I finished clearing out my room tonight. Tomorrow I wont have that awful pink carpet anymore. Thank goodness. And I'll have to figure out what to bring back into my room. Decisions, decisions...
March 14th, I'll be shaving my head as a way to raise money for pediatric cancer research. If you would like to donate on my head
Thanks!
~ Bill Blass ~
For this self portrait group, with new themes every week.
This week; "Stop Here on Red"
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