Selfies Considered

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The Phaidon anthology, “500 Self Portraits“, is one of my most treasured art books. Ivi and I have spent hours pouring over its contents, comprised of self-portraits presented more or less chronologically, from Rembrandt to Frida Kahlo to Cindy Sherman.

During my photographic days in Los Angeles in the 60s and 70s, the self-portrait was a natural tool for me and others in my circle of photographers. Not only did we constantly photograph each other — it was almost like the way a pianist would practice scales — but we photographed our own selves when no other human subjects were at hand. Self-portraits were a practical way to test lenses or lighting setups or potential locations. Some of my cohorts did self portraiture as a purposeful project on its own, as more than a practical matter. (One photographed herself in the same pose and position daily as a study over a period of years.) An old visual artist-girlfriend insisted that I send her back self-portraits each day I was on business travels. Most of us were always on the lookout for propitious shooting locations, and when solo, might document the scouting effort with a self-portrait or two. And from time to time, we also photographed ourselves with each other or other people or special venues, more in the documentary spirit of the modern “selfie”.

By the way, as to concerns that self-portraits express some sort of narcissism, I say so what and find that much less troubling than the attitudes that some have of refusing or fearing to be photographed. Seems to me that most people would be curious about how they are perceived by others. (Of course, fear of photography can sometimes be justified, in the case of fugitives from justice, for example.) For that matter, what drives photographers, anyway? The psychology of needing to make photographs — of any kind, let alone self — is a mystery that we can ponder and ruminate over probably indefinitely.

Today I come upon a piece asserting that selfies are modern art. Take a look; perhaps you will find this as interesting as I did.

Ansel, On His Birthday

Today is the birthday of Ansel Adams, 1902-1984. In the 1970s, I visited him a couple of times and he even graciously let me work in his Yosemite darkroom at one time. While we didn’t see “eye-to-eye” (sorry) on all things photographic, I did come to admire his work ethic, his standards of quality and in time to understand what he was talking about in terms of “previsualization”. An all-around good guy.

Revisting the EOU Back Stairs

As I just received an inquiry from a person for a print of the “historic EOU grand stairs” based on something she saw several years ago, I started dredging out all such photos — this has been a recurring subject for me over the last fifteen or twenty years — to see what she might have in mind.  (I also supplied some pics a couple of years ago for a restoration project fundraiser, and those must be around somewhere, too.)  Here are a few that I have rediscovered so far.