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I have my influences. GDSP #21.

Take a picture of your face. The camera should be straight on but slight deviation is acceptable. You can’t put your hand in the frame or use a prop. Be as done up or plain as you like. Use whatever expression you like. But the only things in the shot can be your head and some neck.

(Mugshot sourced from here.)

Kevy jumps, too.

My first attempt at GDSP #17 - Jump! Also, oddly, the first time I have ever tried to take a jumping photo. There will be many more, I can already tell.

P.S. I am not done yet, I haven’t decided if this is the final offering.

GUEST-DIRECTED SELF-PORTRAIT #15 (DIR. BY WOODPROF)

What you will need for this prompt:

A chair or stool (not a stool sample) and a hat.

What to shoot:

Place the chair/stool in a relatively open space, away from walls at least.  It should face the camera straight on if it is a chair or a stool with arms. Sit in the chair so your right shoulder is slightly forward and your legs are angled camera right, so that your body is facing the camera at an angle.  Chin up, looking straight at the camera, stretch your neck forward slightly. The hat just needs to be in the frame, it can be anywhere as long as it is visible.

You need to have the most arrogant ass smirk, smile, look on your face.  Think how much better you are at X,Y, and Z than someone else.  Really think about it, there are things we are all better at, so think of how you are better at that than one other person (forget all of the niceties and humbleness you have learned).  You are superior, you are the best, and there is no one better.  At the moment you feel that swell of awesomeness, snap the image.  Look at it.  Is it good?  Can you do better?  Sure you can.  If you didn’t feel the inspiration before, now the new you can be superior to the old you.  Reposition yourself, and think how much better you are than you were.

There is a lot of direction here, very precise direction.  Follow it as close as you can, but do more with the freedom that is there.

I took some with another hat too, but got off-task.

josepha-olala: For this turn I want you to get dirty. Literally. Take whatever you want from food to paint to mud, go find something out in the nature or pick some old lipsticks and cover yourself with it. Your face. If you wanna to a full body shot, your body. Get passionate and wild. Make the process of getting dirty become a way of relief, get free. Forget about beauty in the standards. Be wild. 

Take your portrait when you reach the point of feeling good, crazy, full of lust, when you laugh or cry or just whenever you feel it is right time. 

I had somehow forgotten that both Finch and Josepha did flour, too, though I now remember liking their photos — but here is a third use of flour, eh?

josepha-olala:

Ok people ;) I am back from this weekends larping adventures and it is my turn to direct a portrait.

For this turn I want you to get dirty. Literally. Take whatever you want from food to paint to mud, Go find something out in the nature or pick some old lipsticks and cover…

My plans for the afternoon just got much more exciting.

I bet you can guess who I am dressed as, but just in case you didn’t love and idolize her as I did, I present to you: Tank Girl Cooks Dinner.

(There are outtakes on my Flickr, click through to see them. This was too fun.)

jacsfishburne:

For my GDSP prompt, I want you to think of a character. It can be your favorite, or one you remember vaguely from childhood, be it from a book, song, movie, comic, real life, Narnia, or your imagination. The choice of character is up to you. And I want you to really get in to this character, dress up as them, spend some time getting into their mind and feelings, listen to some Queen (since, as you know, Freddy Mercury’s doing this amazing project up in heaven), whatever you need to, until you’re really really comfortable in this character.

Then I want you to do the most mundane thing ever and take a picture of it. Think Superman eating cereal, Gerald Ford vacuuming, Lucy Pevensie washing her clothing, or Chewbacca changing the kitty litter. But you have to do this super mundane thing in your super awesome character costume (doesn’t have to be exact, colors can represent superhero clothes, etc). Lastly, make sure you put down your character and occupation so everyone can know who you are.

And for any of my followers who are not already doing the Guest Directed Self Portraits, it’s not too late! You can join at any point and do them in whatever order makes you happy.

Happy shooting!

mortalcompass:

Day 156 ~ February 3, 2012 & Guest Directed Self Portrait #5

Music fucks me up.

It was something I was talking with Andrea about one night when she asked me what kind of music I listened to. I have never really been a seeker of music and after my rather sizeable (but predictable) music collection was stolen from my work when I was about 20, I never really got back into it… and still haven’t.

Now… that all being said. I fucking love music. It’s so much like an orgasm for me. It charges through my whole body. It drags it’s sonic fingers down my chest and pulls me into it’s mouth. I literally have a list of songs that I’ve forbidden myself to listen to when I’m doing anything important because they paralyze me with such an energy that I’m ripped away from reality. 

It… kind of scares me actually.

Some of Elton John’s early work is so staggeringly haunting I can hardly breathe listening to it. The first time I heard Liz Phair’s “Supernova” I had to go into the bathroom at the mall I bought it at and jerk off to the thought of fucking anyone like a volcano. The cacophony at the end of Arcade Fire’s “Neighbourhood #1 (Tunnels)” makes my eyes leak like riding my scooter into the wind and I’ve started bawling on a city bus because of it.

In short? Music fucks me (up). Sometimes I can handle it. Sometimes I cant. 

This is fucking amazing.

(via jackscoresby)