Fashion | Self-Portrait

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The thought of a self-portrait (or any portrait) used to terrify me. Although I blogged steadily for a year, I was always terrified at the thought of having my photo taken. Unless I was taking a selfie for myself, I never liked the idea of getting my photo taken. I felt awkward; I never knew what to do with my freakishly long arms, and I felt as though my face never focused and my shoulders didn’t square up. To be honest, part of the reason I delayed the blog even further was because I wasn’t up to getting in front of the camera again.

All that changed when I came to Thailand. I knew I had to relaunch the blog – and that required some outfit photos. I didn’t have anyone here who could take my photos, so I thought what could I do? The self-portrait thing crossed my mind a few times, but I just brushed it off. I tried to have someone else take my photo, but it didn’t look the way I wanted. One day I decided to suck it up. I did my hair and makeup, grabbed a tripod and headed outside. It took me a few tries and roughly 15 minutes to get comfortable in front of the camera, but once I did, I became unstoppable.

I realized that I had nothing to be afraid of. It was just me and the camera. I was able to goof off and play around with my awkward arms until I figured out what to do with them. This particular shoot (being the second one I shot), was a lot easier. I loved my outfit and felt super comfortable in it. It was a lot easier for me to move and go with the flow. After capturing roughly 177 photos (I know, it’s a lot), I was able to narrow it down to 22 photos. It’s a process, and I’m learning. As much as I love working with other photographers, I think self-portraits are the best way to learn the art of being comfortable in front of the camera.

 

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