From Selfie Magic
It seems that in American culture, loving yourself, taking pictures of yourself is something dirty and embarrassing.
But why? How are we any worse of a subject than a rock, or sky or even a neighbor’s kid? What makes it so shameful to turn the camera onto ourselves and capture a moment in our life to be remembered forever? Yes, if all you do is snap arm’s length photos of yourself with a point and shoot, it seems that the only purpose served is vanity. But when you capture a moment, with your family, or alone, when you spend an hour setting up so that you could shoot that concept that has been swirling in your head, how can you call that anything but expression or art? Capturing the beauty of a human being, even if that person is you, is still ART! (From Selfie Magic)
But why? How are we any worse of a subject than a rock, or sky or even a neighbor’s kid? What makes it so shameful to turn the camera onto ourselves and capture a moment in our life to be remembered forever? Yes, if all you do is snap arm’s length photos of yourself with a point and shoot, it seems that the only purpose served is vanity. But when you capture a moment, with your family, or alone, when you spend an hour setting up so that you could shoot that concept that has been swirling in your head, how can you call that anything but expression or art? Capturing the beauty of a human being, even if that person is you, is still ART! (From Selfie Magic)
