52 Fail

Well, as you can see my attempt at 52 weeks of self portraits has failed, I'm ok with this though because it was really just a way to make sure I keep taking pictures and I think I've been managing that without rushing to try and jam a self portrait into the mix every week. There will still be some self portraits and a whole lot of other things I'm trying out. Check back tonight for some fun and exciting images I did this past week.

52 Weeks - Week 11

This is what I worked on instead of rushing out a portrait last week. I know it's a bit late but Happy 4th of July.

52 Weeks - Week 10

I am giving myself a Gimme week with the 52 Week project this week, being absolutely slammed at work and running around trying to prepare for a 4th of July party on Saturday I didn't even have time to bake anything except from a box. So that is going to be a break week for me, but it means I'll come back with something even better this coming week so stay tuned for that and Happy 4th of July!

52 Weeks - Week 9 (A Side of Myself I've Never Seen Before)

Should have been posted last night but we spent the day working on the garden and collapsed last night.

52 Weeks - Week 8

52 Weeks - Week 7 (Inspired by Francesca Woodman)

Due to celebrating the Queen's birthday this weekend, we got a nice long weekend to relax. That means everything for me has been pushed back, hence the mid-week posting of what should have been on Sunday.

I've long admired the work of Francesca Woodman and have used her work as inspiration for this weeks self-portrait.

52 Weeks - Week 6 (4 seconds of my life)

52 Weeks - Week 5

52 Weeks - Week 4 (Am I really there)

Recently I've been finding that automatic doors are not opening for me, and on occasions have closed on me, it makes me wondering if I'm invisible.

You can see me, right?

52 Weeks - Week 3 (Jai guru deva)

52 Weeks - Week 2 (Podophobia)

So I'm not afraid of feet but I hate mine. They're too big, whenever I find cute shoes they never actually have them in my size, when I was living in London the only shoes I could buy were sneakers and that's because they were men's shoes.

Besides being way too big they're all tough and hard from running and walking around barefoot all the time, I'm too lazy to paint them so the polish slowly chips away and I'm beyond clumsy, constantly running into things, stubbing my toes, dropping things on my feet.

This is an attempt to reconcile with my feet, they don't like me and I don't like them, but I want to change that and that's why I photographed them for this series, you don't have to like everything about yourself but it's still a part of you. As ugly as they are they get me around and help me run like the wind so they can't be all bad.

I give you, my feet.