I've been meaning to start this daily self-portrait blog for about a year now. I just didn't know where to start. I know it sounds like a vanity project -- and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't -- but it's also a vulnerability project. There's a reason I'm always the photographer and not the photographee.
I didn't mean to start with tears, but figured it was as good of a place as any. And yes, these tears are real not crocodile. Only I'm not sure where they came from, I wasn't really sad, just sort of melancholic. And while I'm the crybaby of my family, I definitely don't think it's okay to cry in public, so what does this say about me?
private for scottel: what do you do about october?