I continue to be amazed at how my outfits read so differently on camera than in the mirror. And I'm not just talking about that whole "camera adds 10, 15, 20 or whatever pounds" thing. I'm talking about how even the proportions of my body read differently. I recall a conversation with my best friend, Angie, in which she said that she feels she looks better on camera than in the mirror. I'm generally the opposite; I'm often dismayed at how I look in pictures. I very often avoid candid photos. Facebook is the bane of my existence sometimes, because even if you untag those unflattering photos, they're still out there.
I hope that this blog will help me become more comfortable with being on camera, and to understand that the truth probably lies somewhere in between what my eye sees and what the camera lens sees.
I started out yesterday without the cardigan. A day that started out sunny turned cool and rainy while I was out and the sleeveless white top was not cutting it. Speaking of cutting, this top used to have this weird long, low self belt. I could never get it to hang right so I got rid of it. Great decision, because now I actually wear the top.
Trevor bought me this scarab pendant in a shop in Chinatown in Chicago when we were first dating. It was our first trip together. It's definitely a conversation starter. It usually starts with "Is that a real bug???" Awesome.
What do you trust more, your own eye, the camera's eye, or someone else?