Someone once told me that your nose never stops growing, no matter how old you get. If that's true, I'm screwed. My nose is big enough already.
Back at uni, my gal pal Jessie tried to convince me that I could minimize it with make-up. How can you minimize something that's right in the center of your face" It's not like suddenly no one will notice it. If I were shooting my own portrait, sure, I'd use a short lens. But that's just an illusion. One turn of my head, and there's my nose in profile, and it ain't pretty. It's called 3-D, Jessie. No make-up can hide that.
My mom says I got my nose from my dad. Convenient for her since he was never around for verification. But hey, if he's gonna get blamed for everything bad that ever happened to us, he might as well take the fall for my nose too, right"
It's obvious that the nose is not from her anyhow. My mom's nose is beautiful. Cute, even. I should know. I've taken her portrait every year since I was six when my mom bought me my first digicam. Her nose still fits her face perfectly though. I'll let you know if it ever starts growing too big. My own informal experiment.
Faces are just shapes anyhow. Lines, planes, and angles. Some people say that beauty has something to do with a symmetry of the face. I think it's something in the eyes. I'm not sure what, I just know it when I see it.
I've heard portrait photographers talk a big game about how the best of us can make a subject so comfortable that eventually they let down their guard enough for you to capture their true nature. That's crap.
People want to be seen. They don't want to hide. The best photographers are the ones who are willing to capture the truth of their subjects, even if it's not what they expected to see.
Everyone has secrets they want to reveal. What's your secret?
Back at uni, my gal pal Jessie tried to convince me that I could minimize it with make-up. How can you minimize something that's right in the center of your face" It's not like suddenly no one will notice it. If I were shooting my own portrait, sure, I'd use a short lens. But that's just an illusion. One turn of my head, and there's my nose in profile, and it ain't pretty. It's called 3-D, Jessie. No make-up can hide that.
My mom says I got my nose from my dad. Convenient for her since he was never around for verification. But hey, if he's gonna get blamed for everything bad that ever happened to us, he might as well take the fall for my nose too, right"
It's obvious that the nose is not from her anyhow. My mom's nose is beautiful. Cute, even. I should know. I've taken her portrait every year since I was six when my mom bought me my first digicam. Her nose still fits her face perfectly though. I'll let you know if it ever starts growing too big. My own informal experiment.
Faces are just shapes anyhow. Lines, planes, and angles. Some people say that beauty has something to do with a symmetry of the face. I think it's something in the eyes. I'm not sure what, I just know it when I see it.
I've heard portrait photographers talk a big game about how the best of us can make a subject so comfortable that eventually they let down their guard enough for you to capture their true nature. That's crap.
People want to be seen. They don't want to hide. The best photographers are the ones who are willing to capture the truth of their subjects, even if it's not what they expected to see.
Everyone has secrets they want to reveal. What's your secret?