Friday, 24 June 2011
i'm a-travellin' on
These pictures were taken near Albert's work, on the Monday I left Germany. We met for lunch, took a little walk and snapped these pictures, and I headed on to the airport.
Now, I can feel a bit of a theme developing. Last week I posted about lazy outfits occurring more frequently in life than on the blog, and these photos touch on a related issue. I started off with my usual litany of poses, calculated to make me look taller/thinner/like I'm not standing around like a gormless idiot having my photo taken but am really deeply involved in holding onto my ear. Or looking down, to conceal the fact that my eyes look increasingly tired. Well, this day I actually was tired, and the poses kind of fell away. Maybe it was the informality of shooting casually on my little Sony. Maybe because I'd actually been running around all morning running errands, and now I was off for several more hours of travelling and then going straight to my Catalan class from the airport. Whatever. My tired-eyes disguising sunglasses came off, my face assumed a more natural expression, my hair was pretty haphazard to start with, and even my carry-on suitcase crept into the frame.
Blogging is so much an exercise in studied naturalism. Oh, look, I'm photogenically delighted by a cupcake. I was unphotogenically captivated by it for three minutes and thirteen pictures before, but never mind. Now I'm looking cool and craning my head down the street. One inch out of the frame is likely a garbage can.
On the one hand, I like that bloggers take their photo sessions seriously, whether with gorgeous, dreamy photos or half-way attractive poses. I don't need to see the clothes strewn all over your room or the fact that your dress is mysteriously shorter in the back than the front. Nonetheless, participating in this kind of deception makes me wonder. I and my friends have certainly lobbied a lot of criticism at magazines for creating unrealistic standards of beauty, at TV shows for giving the impression that everyone is slim and rich, at fashion designers for making us feel we should be walking clothing rails. Nonetheless, a lot of us, including a number of people who I would consider intelligent and somewhat alternative, reinforce some of these same perceptions and problems, whether by never showing our spots, or by posting pages of "inspiration" of underfed teenagers in lingerie (never had a piece of lingerie until I was probably 22, FYI) reading dog-eared copies of Lolita. Actually, that's probably food for a separate rant.
Any thoughts? Oh, and I'm not saying I'm going to stop doing this sort of thing by the way. I have an upcoming post where I look extra tall and slim, just for you guys!
P.S. Let's share some love for the vine-covered house, the reason I thought Monday lunchtime was a good photo shoot time in the first place. : )
skirt: Spank (Vancouver boutique), vintage shirt: gift from Veronika, Liz Claiborne shoes, handmade bag, sister's anchor necklace, vintage belt, Alberta Ferretti sunglasses, and my carry-on.