You know what always sounds like a really fun time? Buying stuff. You know what’s almost better than buying stuff? Thinking about buying stuff. I can spend hours just poring over shopping sites, flash sale sites, even just plain fucking Amazon. (I love you, Prime!)
Well, that’s got to stop. I have too much stuff. No one needs this much stuff. It’s ridiculous.
So, it’s been exactly a month since I (re)started my self-portraits project. I thought I’d share a few high-level observations from the experience.
Observation 1: Mirrors Are Lying Liars That Tell Lies
Prior to this project, my standard morning ritual involved at least a cursory glance in the mirror before heading out the door, but no extended dawdling. During this project, however, I’ve been spending a great deal more time consulting the mirror, who has told me things like:
“Ehh, not bad.”
“Indeed, those colors work well together.”
“You are so totally pulling this off. What an off-puller, you!”
Well, guess what: those were all horrible, horrible lies. But, it took being confronted with the photographic evidence for me to realize it. More accurate statements would have been: Actually, yes, bad. In fact, those colors work badly together and you should feel badly. The only thing you’re really pulling is my eyes… from my head… because omg the pain. I can’t necessarily blame the mirror, though. Lying is in his very nature. The fault is mine. This is a lesson I should have learned long ago from Clueless…