Self portraits… for the sistahood.

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I try and refrain from posting photos of myself on here.  I try and refrain from having many of myself on the internetz (people thwart that all the time on the book of face though… so many bad ones).  I try to refrain from being in too many photos really.  I prefer taking them.  But exception was made today.

So anyway, today I was feeling a bit shitty.  A bit like "why, despite having walked a massive amount in the past few weeks, nay month or so, having moved heavy furniture up and down stairs, having been sick and not eating for a period of time, having gone swimming reasonably regularly, having used public transport which means a 15 minute uphill walk every morning and inevitably a run through central station to avoid missing bus, not eating too much junk, cooking at home, booty dancing in my new oversized bedroom… WHY, OH WHY, DOES THIS NOT MAKE ONE IOTA OF DIFFERENCE TO MY LARD ASS/THIGHS/ARMS/TUM/CHINS?".  Ya know, one of those days.  They do come around fairly frequently, really.  It’s pretty much part and parcel with the whole female thing.

But today I decided I wasn’t allowed to be like this, because it’s International Womens’ Day.  And it’s supposed to be all "power to the sisterhood, screw you all, my lard ass is ok, I shouldn’t have to feel bad about the way I look AND THE REASON I DO IS BECAUSE OF EVIL MEN and that’s why WE ALL GET PAID LESS TOO YOU CHAUVINISTIC BASTARDS" day.  Maybe not how all people are interpreting it, but I was in a crappy mood.

So my method for turning the frown upside down was to take some self portrait shots (well they are all pretty pouty).  I couldn’t go out and drink copious amounts of cheap wine (another simple way to give the self esteem a boost) because I am pretty broke this week.  And just like alcohol, photography can go two ways… you can either end up jubilant if you get some good results, or you can end up crying into your viewfinder and blubbering "why me".

But I wanted to play some more with my tripod anyway, plus the Ikea bedside light I bought when I moved was also purchased because I thought it would work as a good fake studio light to bounce off my white walls for photos.

So yeah, took some shots to stick it to the haters.  (Shame the biggest hater is often me).

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And one in colour in dodgy Lomo style (need photoshop!), just for good measure.

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4 Responses to " Self portraits… for the sistahood. "

  1. Belle says:

    You look like a queen/goddess! Awesome pics, Ash!

  2. Ashlee says:

    haha rather than a moody bum wearing too many necklaces.

  3. audrey says:

    So my” method for turning the frown upside down was to take some self portrait shots (well they are all pretty pouty). I couldn’t go out and drink copious amounts of cheap wine (another simple way to give the self esteem a boost) because I am pretty broke this week. And just like alcohol, photography can go two ways… you can either end up jubilant if you get some good results, or you can end up crying into your viewfinder and blubbering “why me”.”
    So very true. I have a mac with one of those cameras on the top. It is pathetic how many hours I have spent sitting here posing at the camera to scrutinise my features.

  4. Nice one Betty
    Clive