Perfect selfies at any time of the day or night.
‘One time, instead of the phone, I reached for a pencil and realised when perfect, it's not perfect, but on point. And it’s crooked. I barely take selfies with my phone.
in the background one of my favourite self-portraits from Riverside, which I may finally share someday, Beksiński’s photo, but his wife, and the beloved Balcony by Rene Magritte.
I was searching through my stuff, inspirations, very old and also new photographic magazines, and there were this one phone advert, claiming, how perfect selfies you will get, whatever the circumstances. Isn't it weird?
“In my beginning is my end (…)
You say I am repeating Something I have said before. I shall say it again. Shall I say it again? In order to arrive there, To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not, You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy. In order to arrive at what you do not know You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance. In order to possess what you do not possess
You must go by the way of dispossession. In order to arrive at what you are not .
You must go through the way in which you are not. And what you do not know is the only thing you know And what you own is what you do not own And where you are is where you are not.
(…)
In my end is my beginning.”
T.S Elliot