February 19, 2006

The self-portrait at arm's length.

It's the defining folk art of the digital age.

Is it more narcissistic to shoot a lot of pictures of yourself with your digital camera or to refrain from doing so out of concern for whether you might be considered narcissistic?

UPDATE: This article inspired me to use use the self-portrait approach to making a new picture for my Blogger profile.

9 comments:

Meade said...
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Meade said...

Technically, I think the word is "vain," not necessarily "narcissistic."

Also, moderate narcissism is healthy. It's when it crosses a certain line that it becomes a personality disorder.

k said...

What a funny article. My friend was showing me her new camera a week or so ago. One of the settings on the dial (you know, where it has settings for flash, auto, near, far, etc.) is actually "Self Portrait." So someone at Kodak has already noted the trend and built it into their new cameras.

Pete said...

A much improved picture of you, Ann. I like it a lot.

(Though with the dental-work blogging of late, I was sort of expecting a pose that would show more of those results!)

Beth said...

Not long ago, I came across a small collection of arm's-lengths self-portraits done with my Polaroid way back in the late 70's. Filling a frame with one's own face isn't so new.

Simon said...

I think I prefer Portrait 3 to Portrait 4; there's more light in it, which serves to add emphasis and brightness to the eyes.

Ann Althouse said...

I considered Portrait 3, but in the end decided that 4 had more life to it.

Beth said...

I like portrait 1; the smile is appealing, like your sharing a joke with the viewer, and the movement of your shoulders indicates you're holding the camera up above you. It's cheeky, sly and fun. Maybe not the right choice for the blog, though.

Be said...

Don't mean to sound like a sycophant or anything, but regardless of the portrait you put up, you're going to be seen as a classic beauty.

I've determined that the only good portraits of me are those done by the Man in My Life. He sees me as the most beautiful thing in the world, so I am. (he's the one who took the portrait semi-caché of me with the dinnerplate magnolia.)