Recently I met up with an old friend and agreed to let him take my portrait. I’ve never let anyone photograph me before, I went behind the lens so I couldn’t be in front of it.
This is the resulting photograph
Ever since I saw it I can’t stop thinking about what it means. To be seen. About how we present ourselves. About what we think we reveal and about what we cannot really control; how others see us. About identity. About how we age and change and grow. About how my discomfort with the process reveals more than the shot itself. About how very intimate an experience it is to sit for someone.
And I’ve been trying to put together some words to explore and explain this. For once I’ve found myself failing at the one thing I am usually very good at. Maybe I should let the image stand alone this time.