“You look sad.”
Remember when you face yourself against a mirror and
convinced that you, for all reason, look kinda okay today with the right hair
and the right dress, and the camera proves you wrong in one snap? There must be
a time in history where camera is dubbed as magic, and I can’t help to wonder
what a pleasure it was for the agency in charge to create a campaign based on
the idea; a box that seals your moment into eternity.
Yesterday I took a photo of mine in local photography
service; a formal one, required for completing my thesis. This very photo will
be everywhere on my graduation-related papers, and well aware I were I put a
bit makeup on, did my hair, and all that sort of things. Not that the photo
turned to be bad—it is okay, but I look sad, my friend said. A paradox starts
to kick in and I begin to think that I look sadder the more I see it. I
consider taking another one (hey, it will be everywhere), but then I thought, what if it’s just my face.
