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for 365 and FGR invades self reflection.
Ghosts were never something I put a whole lot of stock in. Then my dad passed away and the weirdest things started happening at my mom's house. It took me a while to actually step across the line and confess to anyone that I believe he was there for a bit after he died. It makes me sound like a crazy lunatic. Maybe it is just wishful thinking? Maybe it was just coincidence? Maybe it was just a way to make myself feel better about missing him so much?
Or maybe he really was there.
Day 196 of 365
Today was a busy day. A friend of ours held her son's second birthday so we were there most of the day. After that we drove down to Bethesda to meet with my sister, her family and my parents for my sister's birthday dinner. It was a lot of driving and a long day, but a lot of fun too.
We met at a place called Baccus for dinner. Dinner was great although Savanah didn't eat much. She wasn't a big fan of the spices on her chicken. Before leaving I had to run and use the facilities. The bathroom was wall to wall mirrors. Everywhere I looked there were more of me looking back. I popped back out and grabbed my camera (and got a lot of strange looks), but ran back in and snapped off a few. I wish I had my tripod and a bit more time, but everyone else was ready to go get ice cream so I had to rush to get the shot. This was the best of the bunch.
Why are you always upside down? Just when you think everything is facing straight ahead you end up tilted. The story of my life.
This photo is SOOC too.
Editorial: Self-Reflection
Magazine: Vogue US
Issue: September 2008
Models: Jessica Stam, Caroline Trentini, Catherine McNeil, Esther Cruz
Photographer: Steven Klein
An example of the beautiful architecture and lighting on the University of Michigan Ann Arbor North Campus
Self reflection shot on a laptop screen...one of my self-portraits made the 5th place in a 'Wired' photo contest, yay :))
Looking in on a moment of self-reflection.
It's amazing. Sometimes she just doesn't even see the camera...
January 19 019/366
I like how there are three sets of reflections going on here. And how my face is mostly obscured, because that's pretty much what I try for when taking pictures of myself. Yes, I like to defeat the purpose.
Actually taken from the balcony of the entrance lobby of a friend in the building adjacent to the Ansonia on 73rd Street.
“The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.”~ Thomas Merton
Harness for Self-Reflection
Combining sculpture, image and text, "Harness for Self-Reflection" (2021) considers the tenuous relationship between chronic illness, agency and activism. Object and image compose a self-referential installation and looping phenomena that choreographs movement within the surrounding space. Documenting a private performance ritual of self-examination, eight silken image-texts hang in a pinwheel formation around a central copper cylinder. A wearable viewing apparatus or harness, hangs limp with nonuse at the structure’s center.
Cotton cord becomes the common thread between illness and culture, sexuality and healing, social bondage and autonomous political agency. Interweaving the ‘domestic’ craft of macramé with erotic shibari techniques, the harness binds the body to a large mirror suspended between the artist’s legs during performance–self-bondage diagnoses, reclamation of agency, auto-interview introspection. Performance images are overlaid with portions of a poetic text written in the artist’s hand. Here, temporal linearity collapses as terrains of embodied knowledge are traversed through metaphor, idiom, diary remembrance and real-time narration of a medical examination. Latent illness, elusive agency, fugitive knowledge; raw edged silken prints are volatile and highly sensitive to voyeuristic presences where even slight movements cause the material to flow and obfuscate.
Punctured momentarily when performer and viewer catch each other’s gaze through the viewing apparatus, the installation forms a feedback loop of looking that simultaneously threatens disaster and promises relief. A cyclical structure, cotton loops, and cursive script; "Harness for Self-Reflection" ensnares, a lens through which to consider the trap of visibility.
I really like this accidental shot.
We've been painting our house for the past 6 weeks (yikes) and I've had few opportunities to fondle my camera the way I'd like to. This afternoon I grabbed an armful of stuff — Vanity Fair — under my arm, was getting ready to rush our the door, and as I checked to see my battery levels this shot snapped from our front hall.
I love that there's multiple layers of reflection here; I'm shooting into a mirror that's reflecting of a picture that's re-reflecting off another picture. Whew! And of course, my grandfather's old, well, grandfather's clock which is a classic beauty though it hasn't ticked in 30 years. The darkened picture on the right is an original watercolor of the house.
OK, so on the insistence of my boyfriend Sion (and some others), I'm finally posting some photos of my own here in the Flickr-verse.
But unlike Sion, who has become a very good photographer in such a short time (and also a complete Flickr whore), I won't be posting pics every day -- and probably not more than one photo at a time (this first time being an exception -- with a trio of iPhone pics).
I thought I'd start off with a self-portrait, taken around Christmas time. Sion was in Spain, and I was at Starbucks feeding my severe soy chai addiction. I need help...
Abstract Series 122 - Lady Lamb The Beekeeper at The Lizard Lounge
Lady Lamb the Beekeeper is the musical moniker of Aly Spaltro.
Aly primarily grew up in the south west --in Arizona and Nevada--where she spent most of her early childhood years, never more content than when she was making oldies mix tapes with a boombox & flashlight in her closet .
Aly and her family moved to Germany for two years--where she fell in love with the German language,--before settling in her home state of Maine in 2004.
She fell in love with more than a language for the first time in the southern part of Maine, in the same coastal town where her heart was first broken.
Out of these pangs and others came Lady Lamb the Beekeeper, a project which began solely as a means of self-expression & self-reflection during the long, dark winter of 2007 in the scalp of New England.
Lady Lamb the Beekeeper writes sprawling, lyric & melody-based songs about lost , true & unrequited love, nostalgia, nectarine meat, wolf maulings, plum crumb cake & mustard colors, death & Guatemala, airplane rides & airplane crashes, lusting & pining, aubergine & almond colored bedsheets, balance beams hidden in the woods, desert mountain ranges, dreams & nightmares, fawns & fawning, & occasionally "The Neverending Story."
I sing because I need to sing and I sing because life is a mess and music is the most beautiful means of communication and self-expression for me both personally and with humanity.
Think about the first vinyl you ever bought, the first cassette you rewound & rewound. The albums that you've cried to, & regained your strength to. The albums that have shaped you & continue to shape you. The albums you blast in your car on long drives or play quietly as you fall asleep. The albums that make you happy and hopeful & empower you simply by entering your ears. There is a grace and uniqueness between humans making connections with one another through the intricacies , the delicacies, the rhythm & words in a song. This is something so precious, and something I seek to have and share with you.
Between You & I,
Lady Lamb
For the Beginner to Intermediate Photography Group.
Taken in front of a mirror with candles for lighting. And yes, Richard, that is a 50mm f/1.8 lens on my 20D!
I went with my friend Stephen to record one of his new cover songs at a studio in Riverside. Slightly bored waiting for my time to film, I went out to the parking lot for a little bit and took some photos. Then I came across this puddle...
I'm in love with photoshop and so I decided to play with compositing and I am IN LOVE! lol So much fun! Rosie Hardy was my inspiration for this piece most definitely.
This piece you could call a self portrait. The hands are breaking out the door to signify my struggle when it comes to me being in my own head. The door symbolizes the gate to my mind and how I am trapped once inside it, and I have two versions of me to show that I fight with myself inside my own head.
Outtake of another self portrait I did a while ago.. man I'm in a rut. Haven't taken any new photos in a while. I hate winter. This is the Photo from which the outtake came originally and you can see how they are a bit similar.
100% crop from a detail photo of a shower handle. I had "thought" I had moved out of the reflection, and for the larger surfaces I had.
“My subjects will always be fragments of myself because the nature of art is projection, whether or not it’s intentional.” Gabi by Christine Wu (3/5)
Positive thinking, motivation, happiness, self improvement, mind control, organization, goals, affirmations, improve your life in a positive way
A sculpture at Chatsworth House as part of the 'Beyond Limits' collection by Nadim Karim ... spot the interloper!
Self and surroundings reflected in a photograph by Alex Webb. Nordic Light International Festival of Photography, Kristiansund, Norway, 2006.
Sitting here at 2 am really gives me the willingness to think about myself
i was on myspace looking at all these kids pictures or catching up on ones that go to my school[on my friends myspace]
It amazes me seeing all these kids i've known since i was 7 and how old they are now or how some haven't grown up
I love summer because it gives me a chance to choose people i really want to see
i dont want to go back to school and see all the drama and ignorance
I reflect and put together a time frame of my phases in the past at least 6 years
1st picture-This was 8th grade
In my opinion this was my ugliest phase physically, I had my middle part and had no clue how to put on makeup; I settled for guys because i didn't think i could get better, this is when me and my 5 friends all were in an arguement and we weren't the fabolous 5 :(
2nd picture-this was in 9th grade
I started to listen to people and wear my natural hair but i got my hair thinned by jaimie fuhrman and I started wearing the cool ass scene bows xD
I wore my makeup heavier and I wore my cool pikachu shirt
I started to become even less mature because I cared so much what everyone else thought
3rd picture-This was 10th grade
When my life wasn't to bad, but it's when I tried anything to get my social status up, and do so much for people to adore me. I teased and straightened my hair everyday. I wanted cool friends and I loved myspace more than anyone in the world. My world revolved around taking pictures and getting like 200 comments on every picture. I think I had a lot of people get the wrong impression off of me, and sometimes I think I would've taken stuff back, but I dont like regret.
4th picture-I'm a 12th grader
I'm in pittsburgh with my natural hair and not as much makeup. I now and everyday look at mistakes i've made in the past, and for the most part I still make them, but I'm making an effort to refine myself. I see who i want to and not people who will make me deathly popular. I dress how I like not how other people do. I see so many girls say how original they are but dress like others; i'm sorry to tell you but that my friend is conformity :)
I will get there one day;