Selfies At The Met

Photographs — Alex Waterhouse-Hayward

The rabid proliferation of the selfie (and particularly the awful wide angle phone ones) in social media makes me cringe but I don’t rant about them and I keep out of it.

I am particularly incensed by the ones posted by women who are not 20 and have not been so for decades. These photographs show no skin pores and the result exceeds the early Photoshop method tool called Diffuse Glow. Worst of all are the comments: “You still look lovely!” or “How do you manage to look young?” If I were any of those women reading those comments I would immediately go to the kitchen and perform an instant seppuku.

There are some men whose only posted photographs are constant new ones (all terrible) of themselves.

The opera diva practice of posting photographs of what one looked like many (many) years ago makes it inevitable that soon all relationships and even sex will be of the virtual variety. Nobody will want to be seen as one is.

The above is but an overture to place here some selfies from the Met that I took in the mid to late 80s.

I do not look like that at all anymore. I simply like the choices I made and wonder why I skipped my fave The Abduction of the Sabine Women by Nicolas Poussin.

Link to: Selfies At The Met


Originally published at blog.alexwaterhousehayward.com.