I have no problem admitting one has to be slightly
touched to maintain a style blog during a South Dakota winter. Several people have asked me, “Why not just
take pictures inside?!” While this is a
valid question, I simply can’t consider following this rather sound advice. The only justification I can give for my
ridiculous behavior is the last picture of this post. This image alone is why I can’t
take blog pictures inside. The fact is, I never would have captured this photograph indoors.
I like to fancy myself a photographer, but
really I’m not. Yeah, sometimes I luck
out and get a great picture that makes me privately slug myself on the
shoulder and think, “You should have had a career in this!” However, I’m aware that many of my pictures
are a result of trail/error and dumb luck. Basically, if one spends forty-five minutes snapping off ninety photos at least four of them
are going to look decent….usually. Admittedly, there have been those dog ugly days where I’ve
simply hung it up.
However, as the title of this post suggests I'm a Leo and therefore love being center stage. I'll try until the cows come home to get
that perfect shot and then, of course, I’ll photograph the cows…which seems to be
really popular right now. Has anyone
else noticed how many home décor stores are carrying giant cow portraits? If I ever get tired of my style blog I may
start an, "Images Of Animals," series.
Arguably I’ve already done this, due to some of the not-so-great looks
I’ve featured over the years.
Anyway, I’m proud to state that the last picture
of this post is definitely an image I’m proud of. Actually there have been several of them
throughout the course of, “Little House Of Haute.” I've privately considered framing some of
them to hang in my home.
I would use them as reminders of my potential talent and beauty on the
days when I feel just the opposite. However,
I can’t seem to justify really doing this.
It’s one thing to be narcissistic enough to post images of yourself all
over the internet, but to have them hanging up in your home just seems gross.
As a result, I’m left gazing at my favorite
pictures on a computer screen. I stare
at them and think, “For the second it took to take that picture I looked like
the woman I always wanted to be…and I have proof of it!” The strangest revelation is the fact
that most of my favorite images were taken when I was in great
discomfort. For example, the last
picture of this post was captured when the temperature outside was well
below zero. As I stated earlier it was
sheer lunacy mixed with Leo pride that made me attempt photographs on such a
morning. Well, that and the fact that I always seem to get a perfect picture on the harshest of days. I guess I'll admit to being superstitious as well as stupid.
However, the facts are there.
Each time I’ve captured a favorite portrait of myself it's been under
rather unpleasant circumstances. During
this particular occasion I had the real possibility of expiring from the cold. I can’t help but wonder if an individual is their most beautiful right before death?
Deep...I know. In continuation of this philosophical discussion all I can say is, “What a bummer.”
Lastly, I want to persuade
others to take time to photograph themselves.
Obviously you don’t have to be a professional to capture images
that will make you feel amazing. I’m living
proof of it…well barely, since I almost froze to death…"eh hem"…several
times. Seriously though, I suggest finding that image of the individual you want the world to know and advertising the
crap out of it. If you don’t brag about
your potential nobody else will. Also,
if you see me running towards the next tornado that hits town please try to
persuade me to go back indoors. Even
when I argue that no other wind machine will make my hair look better.
-r.
Coat: Thrifted
Sweater: Vintage
Jeans: Liverpool
Boots: Ugg
Mittens: Handmade (local artist)
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