a collection
Considering running a short history set of photos of myself, taken by myself, photos of myself looking into a computer screen. Like this one. I’d like to do it for my own documentation and for a little satire on life, on sad faces, and the complexities of the Photobooth technology. Think of it like one of those 365 sets, but backwards, and not 365. Much less than that. Much less, thank god. The idea has always seemed to vain to follow through with. And boring, too. But I might proceed anyhow. What direction should I go in? Backward forward? Forward backward? Sad, happy? Lonely, or lonelier? Happy, Sad?

For those of you still using this form of communication, send your carrier pigeons this way. I miss you. 

Considering running a short history set of photos of myself, taken by myself, photos of myself looking into a computer screen. Like this one. I’d like to do it for my own documentation and for a little satire on life, on sad faces, and the complexities of the Photobooth technology. Think of it like one of those 365 sets, but backwards, and not 365. Much less than that. Much less, thank god. The idea has always seemed to vain to follow through with. And boring, too. But I might proceed anyhow. What direction should I go in? Backward forward? Forward backward? Sad, happy? Lonely, or lonelier? Happy, Sad?

For those of you still using this form of communication, send your carrier pigeons this way. I miss you. 

Themed by a drowsy tigress for Tumblr.