Not that I don't want more people to know what I look like, because I do. I think it would be unfair, if not unamerican, to keep people from knowing of me. My concern is that whatever photo is taken of me (or us) will look like it came from the pages of some dust bowl yearbook or a horrible passport photo session (No one ever seems to know what diffused light is in those passport places...and they never take the photo from your good side. It's as if they don't care. The left side is my best side, FYI. Just in case you want to know how to approach me on the street and get the most bang for your buck.).
However, while lounging in exquisite languor, as is my way, I saw this group photo in House and Garden from a few years back. Disregard the people in the photo, who ever they are. I think they're from some fancy pants art gallery somewhere in New York. The kind where all the art is untitled because they don't want to influence your thoughts with subjective and superficial issues such as names. In fact, you probably wouldn't understand it anyway, so just leave. Maybe they shouldn't have put the door on the building after all. Damn fire and safety commission. Apparently, they're also into bricks. And shop lights. However, high concept art and snotty attitudes aside, I love the composition of the photo and I have always been intrigued by the idea of scaffolding. Remember that old Vogue cover with the 20 skinny models in white shirts climbing the wall of scaffolding? I loved that. It had sort of a union strike/house painter vibe. I sort of want the group image to look like that. Hip, young, enterprising, not campy or embarrassing. A dramatic simplicity. And no stupid toothy grins either. Last thing we need is to look like cast offs from Hee-Haw.
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