The camera was invented to mimic reality. That was and still is its primary function. Yet, the camera has become anything but a documentation of the actual. Just one example – Instagram, where filters make everyone a little skinnier, younger, and prettier.
When I was editing the photos for Carter Rae, the green maxi dress I just finished sewing, I kept thinking how I didn’t look like myself in the images. Not better or worse, just different. I can only describe is as when I look in the mirror, I see someone completely different than who is in the photo. I’ve noticed this before and I’ve half written several posts about it. I haven’t been able to articulate what I was thinking well, so I scrapped them all. This week, I finally pinpointed what was in my head.
As I’ve been concentrating on constructing a wardrobe more than ever, the cuts and silhouettes I feel good wearing and believe are flattering for my figure in real life aren’t that way in photos. One example is a crew cut neckline. I like wearing them because they’re modest, feminine, and a little 1950s. Also, the roundness balances my sharp facial features, at least in my opinion. But when I see myself in photos wearing a crew cut, I’m not a fan.On the other hand, when I see myself wearing a v-neck, like in this dress, I think I look good. Funny thing is, I don’t like wearing v-necks in person. Ironic conundrum, isn’t it?
So, which one do I believe? Real world or photography? Feelings or reflections? Should I consider photographs as a true testament of how I really look or should I rely on what my eyes see in real time? There are some people who don’t translate exactly into photographs. Am I that case? Another thought is that as I age, I don’t recognize myself as I change. I don’t recognize myself as a 26-year-old because I still feel like a 22-year-old. Has anyone else experienced this and if so, what do you do?