I’m not sure how to answer the question I posed yesterday: why do people post photos of their clothing?
But since I asked the question, I’m going to try to answer.
Remember Jean Albus, the tremendous artist I featured in February? (If you didn’t see Jean’s art then, please do have a look here.) Jean’s also known for her self-portraits, and that’s what I want to look at now.
Jean Albus. See lots more of her work on Flickr here.
Jean has this to say about taking pictures of oneself: “’I think when you’re alone with the camera things have a tendency to emerge that normally wouldn’t. What surprised me…was how I came to disregard the image of myself as something personal.’”
“Albus says that the exercise [of doing self-portraits] also illuminated her philosophy on inner beauty—that humor and kindness make an image shine. She stopped posing for the camera and let herself be candid. She laughed wildly. She accepted her face in all its middle-aged details. And when she finally “got over the self-portrait thing,” as she puts it, she was ready to move on to a less literal idea of herself.” quoted text excerpted from this article by Erika Frederickson in the Missoula Independent.
Here are some of Jean’s other self-portraits, which I adore (clicking on each photo will take you to Flickr where they are online).
Now back to why people post clothing photos.
Many readers commented about this today, and I agree with all those thoughts to some degree. I’m a regular chica, almost forty-six, navigating transitions in my roles, life style, and body. You better believe I want affirmation and inspiration. And I’d rather have it from women than anyone else, thank you very much.
Most of my friends and I have spent years working in serious pursuits—often surrounded by men—in matters about ecology and money and programs and war and peace and good education. I’ve spent a long time consumed by this sort of thing.
But now, at midlife, I finally don’t care if it’s frivolous ALSO to have fun with my clothes and show them to other people. It’s okay to be impractical, whimsical, colorful, unscheduled even if my inner critic is doing this:
I like Jean’s words about self-portraits (and I interpret that as clothes as well as one’s face) as a way to grow. It’s time for the inner critic to be quiet!