I am lucky because I have a group of friends that I have loved since I was 14 years old. Though we live in all different places in the country now, the friendships still remain strong. We try to get together whenever we can get a few in the same town. In this particular trip, one of our girls couldn’t make it, so I printed her face and we “arranged” many pictures, as if she joined us. She accompanied us all over NYC. It’s great because I captured a snide look on her face and it gives each moment more character than a fake smile. She’s my favorite sarcastic person and a wonderful friend. I hope you enjoy and I hope she doesn’t mind that I’ve plastered her face on here for the world to see.
“So awkward, I didn’t know you’d be chained up here. I was just trying to tour an old prison for kicks.”
“Excuse me, do you know where the exit is?”
“Don’t talk to me about exits, I’ve been locked in here for 10 years!”
“The sun is blinding today. Let’s see, you’re trying to go where?”
“Pardon me, do you have a smoke?”
This could get interesting, create your own scenario.
Fair trade for some ale? Looks like he’s considering…
“You see, what happened is, there was some metal work being done and the bronze vat just fell on you. Crazy, right?”
“You get down from there Wilde. Look at you, trying to pose like a fancy boy again.”
Oh Dalai, such a prankster.
Mandela’s rock beats your scissors, honey.
Commodore Barry, what are you pointing at?
Me? What the heck did I do?
Fist bump with the Amish.
Not much surprises me or strikes me as unusual. So as I perused my photos, I came up with something that might be a little usual. Us. My husband and I have an odd habit of posing with manikins or any likeness of people really. Not in a creepy way; at least I don’t think so, anyway. Either way, I enjoy them because you can make up different stories about what is happening in each picture and add your own subtitles. Hell, if anyone actually likes these, we might have a valid reason to continue embarrassing ourselves in public. We really do get a kick out of it. Here is just a sampling.
"Excuse me, do you know where the exit is?" "Don't talk to me about exits, I've been locked in here for 10 years!"
A professional photographer, I am not. Amateur? Maybe. When I took these? Not at all.
Four years ago, with our little Sony in my pocket, my husband and I shamelessly wandered and played in Independence Hall Park, adjacent to the Liberty Bell in Philadelphia. We had just had dinner and perused the street artists and galleries that are open the first Friday of each month in Old City. I’d say we were feeling goofy rather than inspired, as we attempted to take pictures of us eating each other’s head.
Distort: misinterpret, falsify, fudge, misrelate, misrepresent, and slant
We did all of that, without any actual consideration of the camera but all in fun, and clearly without any legitimate idea of spatial perception. My credibility factor is drastically diminished with this post, but I’d be lying if I didn’t laugh hysterically when I look at the fifty or so pictures from that night. I’d also be lying if I said we never tried this again. We did get better at it, but those pictures aren’t nearly as fun.