I set out to take some scary self-portraits for Halloween with my Lumix camera, which I haven’t used very often since I got it earlier this year (it’s easier just to shove the old Ixus into my bag when I’m travelling), and which has so many settings it still confuses me. Note to self – the self-timer is not a satisfactory way of taking self-portraits. I need to find the digital equivalent of a cable release.
You don’t need to tell me this pictures are scary – I am looking my age, which never fails to surprise me and takes a lot of getting used to – part of the reason I’ve been taking pictures like this.
The scariest thing is the neck wattle. I know it’s called a wattle because I once heard someone refer to it as that in an episode of, I think, Ally McBeal (which is odd, because I never watched Ally McBeal – I just remember the wattle reference, because I’d never heard the term before).
I didn’t realise I even had a wattle, but now I’ve seen it accentuated like this, I’ve decided I rather like it and will probably make it a central feature of another set of photographs, no doubt to be collected together beneath the banner title of Wattle Women Want or Wattle I Do, or something.
In fact, I’m thinking of compiling A Photographic Guide to Wrinkles.