Profound Procrastination



I click the magnifying glass.

I type in #mirrorselfie.

An endless grid of people standing, laying, squatting and posing in front of a mirror.

Mirrorselfies are self-portraits. They reveal the process behind the picture and what camera was used. They show what the person sees. You can see their rooms, their mess in the back, the places they shop and where they cut their hair.

Some people look in the mirror at their own reflection, some people look at the image on their phone.


These pictures feel really personal.


I think about how they took this picture. How they took five, twenty or sixty minutes looking at themselves, changing their pose, switching on the light, opening the curtains, switching off the light, ruffling their fringe, opening their mouths, lifting their shirts, hating their teeth, liking their lips, thinking about who’s going to see this, who is going to like it, how weird they look, wondering how others see them, wondering if this picture is the right image

– reflecting.

It is interesting how we hold our phones when we take a picture. Because we have to click the button with our thumb and the phones are so big, most of us have to spread our fingers in this very specific way. It is similar to the way we hold a wine glass if we want to look casually sexy.


That’s how we end up covering the apple with our fingers.


I take a screenshot. I zoom in and crop it.

You can only see the fingers and the logo now.

The person in the mirror behind the phone and the room disappear. The context and the story get lost by my crop.

I don’t ask the people if I can use their mirrorselfie. I just take them, save them, use them, make them my own.


In the end their reflection is just a pile of pixels.



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