Just in case you thought I was kidding about my narcissitic qualities…
I love to Photoshop. I don’t love the idea of people suing me over using their images. Therefore… it’s just easier to photoshop myself. Sometimes my friends after I bother them enough to be sure they don’t mind. And the occasional Johnny Depp. These are from the past week as I was lying in bed with the death. Both were taken when I was in Green Bay a few weekends ago. Yes, I am a vain little thing. =)
Whilst checking my Yahoo mail, this headline popped up. It’s so rediculous, that it warrents a full quote in my blog.
Los Angeles (E! Online) – Rihanna’s beatdown by Chris Brown not only caused headlines, now it’s inspiring art.
L.A.-based pop artist Sham Ibrahim’s new portrait of the “Disturbia” hitmaker is based on the now infamous police photo showing the singer bruised and bloodied.
But Sham’s intent is not to raise awareness about, let’s say, domestic violence. Instead, his reasons for creating the Andy Warhol-like piece—which is featured in the World of Wonder Storefront Gallery’s new group show, Name That ‘Toon, opening tonight in Hollywood—are quite simple…
“I thought the bruises in the police photo were interesting shapes to draw,” he says. “And it was cool to color them pink and blue. Those are two of my favorite colors.”
Um, OK.
The 24-inch by 36-inch piece was made by transferring custom colorized blow-ups of digital tracings of the police pic onto canvas.
“There is no message to any of my art,” he says. “It’s meant to look cool hanging on your wall and that’s it! I’m not into deep meanings.”
Hey, at least he’s honest.
Wow… turning domestic abuse in to Pop Art, and profiting from somebody else’s pain. I don’t know what’s more twisted about this… the fact that somebody actually spent the time putting together a piece of artwork out of somebody’s beat up face, OR the fact that somebody thought it would actually be a good addition to a show.
Oy… people these days… *shakes head*
I was going to write a whole blog about how awesome I am. Let’s face it, I am pretty flippin’ cool. I’m so cool, you want to know what I’m thinking, so you are reading my blog. Word.
But instead, I got distracted by a friend of mine and his drunken passes via IM. In spite of knowing full well that said passes were done under the guise of a few Schmirnoffs, my ego bubble grew a little. Add that to the string of random MySpace dudes flirting with me over the past week or so… I’m surprized my head can fit through the door.
There is something wrong with me… I’m sure of it. I place far too much value on my personality and character to be easily wooed by pretty words. I’m smart! I’m funny! I collect Beatle vinyls! But, it’s the “Gosh, you’re pretty” comments that wrap themselves around my head and inflate away.
I suppose I have set myself up for it… I am just as guilty as 90% of the MySpace/Facebook community of the crime of self photography. My favorite place seems to be bathroom mirrors. I have mastered the one handed photo, and know exactly to what degree to tilt my chin so my nose looks smaller. I have not taken any pictures in my undies, but I do admit to photoshopping even the slightest flaw away. Is my hair really that color? Only my hairdresser knows for sure…
I’m willing to bet that you are a wee bit narcissistic as well. C’mon… you read what other people post after your comments, and get that smug self satisfaction when they agree and tell you how witty you are. Likewise, you get that irritating little twitch when they disagree with you. Your pictures never show your bad angles or flabby spots. I’m pretty sure you’ve considered photoshopping that blemish away, if you had the means to. I bet you’ve even untagged yourself in an unflattering picture.
I do take great comfort in the fact that I’m not the only person in the entire world who does this. Look at any social networking site, and you’ll find entire albums of posed candid shots and Miley Cyrus faces. It’s not just limited to the teenie boppers either… i’m well out of that phase of my life… out loud at least…
At least I admit it though, right? I don’t post the pictures and then go “OMFG… I’m so fat/ugly/hairy/drunk!!!” I don’t go fishing for the complements. I have not begged my friend list to go comment on my face for a LONG time. Doesn’t mean I don’t get excited everytime I see the “New Photo Comment” button pop up.
I, Kiwi, am a narcissist. Welcome to my blog.
