Pierre Narcisse Guerin, Morpheus and Iris
Lincoln Clarkes, 1996
Le Fantôme de la Liberté, Luis Buñuel, 1974
To show that this is not the best of all possible worlds.
Luis Buñuel (when asked why he made movies)
Selfies, selfies, everywhere: in our Facebook feeds, in our news reports, in our dictionaries. But what do these tech-enabled self portraits say about their subjects? And, indeed: What do they say about us? Are they, as their names might suggest, symptoms of narcissism? Are they empowering? Are they a cry for help?
They are probably, on some level, all of those things—in addition to being just, you know, playful pictures. But here’s another thing about selfies: They are not new. Selfies, contemporary anxieties about them notwithstanding, are very, very old.
The latest reminder of this (which is also an appropriately aged reminder of this): the selfie above. Which was, apparently, snapped by the Grand Duchess Anastasia (yep, that Anastasia) in 1913, when she was a teenager. The youngest daughter of Russia’s last czar is using the wildly popular camera of her time—the Kodak brownie, released in 1900—and a mirror to capture her own likeness. She is gazing at herself. She is looking at herself. She looks, to me, a little bit curious. And a little bit excited. And a little bit scared.
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from last years filter magazine photoshoot. with a leaf.
Illustrations by John Willie for his Bizarre Magazine c. 1940s-1950s
video from the Of Montreal concert at Cats Cradle
most amazing night ever