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Each wallet-sized print contained various permutations of my little sister, my mother, father, and me. My mom had saved up quite a bit of money to try to create a pastoral scene of domesticity of our rough and ragged family to give to loved ones. I couldn't help but feel that what that photographer saw was so wildly different from how I saw myself. The inconsistencies were so glaring that for a while, I thought it was impossible to get a decent picture of me that captured my likeness.
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With a better GPS function, the user can easily find where the pictures have been taken.
I felt insulted, but I didn't have the words for that yet. ""Maybe it's just dark in here." She flipped the curtains upward and wound them around the curtain rod to let the dull winter light in. The clothes were OK — the bright blue vest over a striped blue shirt underneath. But my eyes looked like sunken holes in a small brown face, and my pupils were invisible."I don't even look like me."The photos were horrible. By the 1990s, when I began taking pictures, I hated shooting brown skin on color film.
I just knew that I didn't want to be seen as a quality of a dark black that would invite hatred on my skin. Mom was kind of blown out on one side; my father's hair, a scalped crop fro, disappears into a faux marbled background. The printed results failed to accurately represent my subjects, their shades obscured, their smiles blown out.