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Monday, October 5, 2015

Photoshop Facades

When I was a kid, I started teaching myself how to do little photo manipulations for fun.  This was pre-Photoshop days for me, so I'd use whatever software was around and tinker with the clone button, color levels, and filters.  I like taking something and changing it, making it more striking and more vivid.  There is a level of verisimilitude that even real life itself can't capture; there is the idea that black and white images on film show our world more as it really is.

I like Photoshop.  I just don't like what it's doing to our brains.  Humans are creatures of habit, and we form habits unconsciously.  When we see people with poreless, blank faces, or women whose bodies don't follow any laws of physics, or the fact that a thigh-gap is the ultimate barometer of desirability... it changes us.  It changes how we perceive the world around us.


Ideal beauty has changed over the years, definitely.  It's been influenced by wealth, race, family, age, chastity, health.  So what changed it for us, in this age?  We can look back at the pinups of the 1940s and think, from our elevated view of hindsight, that they have realistic, natural bodies.  But those images were based on real women, who were then exaggerated on the page to be even more appealing.  Also, those images were targeted specifically at men.  But what we see today are not drawings; they aren't touch-ups in celebrity glamour shots, either.  They're edited photographs that we see on TV, on billboards, in print ads, in magazines, on magazine covers, and when we're shopping online.  They aren't specifically aimed at men, either.  These images are consumed by women and young girls, who are still trying to figure out who they are and where they fit in.  The idea of the hairless, poreless, blandly attractive female (or male, for that matter) has overtaken any common sense about what a real human looks like and has reduced the idea of a natural body into something we see as being alien.  The most galling example of this I've seen is when an all-girls school retouched their teenage students' graduation photos into oblivion.  This is sending the message to girls that, once again, they are not enough for society and, more than that, their real value is in how they present themselves physically to the world.

Actors become different people all the time, and have a unique viewpoint on the line where their personal self and their characters meet.  I read a quote recently from Dustin Hoffman, of all people, about when he did the film Tootsie.  He'd started thinking about what women experience every day in their interactions with men, and how he had played into that without realizing it.  He had told his wife:
I know that if I met [the character] at a party, I would never talk to that character because she doesn't fulfill physically the demands that we're brought up to think women have to have in order to ask them out.  There's too many interesting women I have…not had the experience to know in this life because I have been brainwashed.
Brainwashing is a pretty accurate description of what's happened to us as a culture.  I say all this because I want to mention that -- while I'm going to do color correction, use filters to make photos more interesting, and goodness knows I'm going to erase a pimple or two -- you will not find me sculpting my stomach, my thighs, or my arms into a more socially acceptable shape via the liquefy tool.  I want to be able to look back on pictures of myself at this age and remember who I was, not just an image that I wanted to be.

Art, in it';s various and always-changing incarnations, presents ideals.  It presents made-up people, imagined worlds, characters.  The line between art and reality is shifting; it's great fun to dress up as a character and become someone else, even just in pictures.  But if we present a fiction to the world, trying to pass it off as our real form, we would be playing into a very dangerous and malignant idea.

In closing, I encourage you to check out one of my favorite features: what would happen if famous artworks were taken to task by modern-day beauty standards.  Enjoy/cringe.

  • What's your personal Photoshop policy?  Do you have one?
  • Is there a limit when 'art' goes too far?
  • Any examples of double-standards that have bothered you personally, either from the media or from people you know?



Thursday, August 20, 2015

Trouble From the Start



What's better than film noir?  Nothing, that's what.  I rigged up a makeshift studio in my house today for a session of moody photos with low light, sharp shadows, and imagined mysteries.
 
  •  Any favorite films noir that you think are necessary viewing?  Any photo tips that you know are essential for black and white shots?  Let me know in the comments what you think, or if you have any ideas for more stylized photos I could try!

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

An Imaginary Past

For our 4th anniversary, I coerced my husband, Doc, into letting me book an appointment to get authentic tintype portraits made.  So we headed off to Gettysburg, PA, to find out what our old-timey alter egos would look like.

Gettysburg itself is kind of like walking onto the set of an old movie; the place is preoccupied with the past.  I'm really not into Civil War history at all, but it was interesting to look out across the countryside and wonder what it looked like 150 years ago.  The town is full of antique shops, and there were many storefronts that advertised "antique photographs."  But I made sure to book an appointment at the Victorian Photography Studio, where they do authentic tintypes and ambrotypes.

While the photographer at the shop dressed us and got us ready, she also told us so much about the history of photography.  We learned a ton of cool stuff from her.  For instance, tintypes became more popular than daguerreotypes partially because they didn't involve mercury, which people didn't yet know would either kill you, sicken you, or just make you go mad.  "Wet plate photography: perfect for photographers who want to stay sane!"  Also, with tintypes, you only have to hold still for 20 seconds instead of 20 minutes, and you can blink and breathe normally.  Definitely more comfortable for all involved.  (Still, it wasn't uncommon for families to drug their children with laudanum to get them to stay still and not ruin the picture!)

We wanted to do an authentic style portrait of a husband and wife, so she picked out a dress for me that was more demure but not matronly.  None of that off-the-shoulders-ballgown stuff for an old married lady like me!  I wore a hoop skirt, which instantly made me feel like I was in an old film.  It feels nearly impossible to move quickly in one of those, and the sway of the skirt creates a graceful walk.


Although he seemed wary of the experience at first, Doc perked up when he got a fancy pocket watch, a top hat, and a walking stick.  He put away his wedding ring, since during that era, only the wife would wear a ring, to show that she was a man's property.  (Have I mentioned how glad I am that I live in this century?)

While the photographer prepared the tin plate, I would sneak selfies and talk to Doc in a Southern accent.  He was not amused.

Once we were posed, the photographer put something called headstands behind us.  They're basically tripods with a clamp at the top, which is screwed up loosely against your neck so you won't move.  In many old photos, you can actually see the bottom of the headstand peeking out from behind people's feet.
She gave us marks to look at and then took off the lens cap.  And we waited... and waited... and waited... and I thought about how I couldn't mess this up and I got even more nervous... and we waited.  Finally, after the longest 20 seconds of my life, she put the cap back on and we were free to move.  The tin plate was then brought out so we could watch it develop in a cyanide solution.  I did a time-lapse of it developing.  It's still so amazing to see it appear out of nothing!
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Soon the tintype was finished after an hour in an oven, and there we were, standing in another century.  The tintype itself, because of it's size and weight, seems more alive than a regular photograph.  It's heavy enough to make that time you spent in front of the lens tangible and real, as though you're really holding a moment in your hand.

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Monday, October 29, 2012

Pink Preview

A full outfit post will come soon, but I just wanted to show a few photos of this lovely dress.  My sister in-law found it on eBay and gifted it to me, and I'm dying for an opportunity to wear it.  (Although, I must admit that it fits better with an empty stomach...)

It's a gorgeous satiny 1930s-40s style,with a mermaid-style skirt and a draped top.  I'm assuming it's vintage repro or something handmade.

Someone, quick, throw a party so I can wear this!  :)

 

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

In the Red


 I was going for a vague Shanghai circa the 1930s style.  Not sure if it worked out, but i like the combo of black and red; it never gets old to me.


(Blouse is secondhand Forever21.  Skirt from JC Penney's.  Earrings homemade by my mom.  :) )

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Date Night

Downtown, there's a locally owned drugstore which still offers home delivery, milkshakes, and smashing grilled cheese sandwiches.  In winter of 2010, Mr. Williams and I ventured in for a '20s styled photoshoot...