By now, I’m sure you’ve heard of ‘selfies.’
Selfies are simply pictures you take (and post) of yourself.
What started off as a way of capturing yourself in the moment, in the absence of someone else to take the picture for you, has transformed into a global phenomenon.
It’s so serious that selfies now have their own Olympic Games (of sorts).
The Selfie Olympics started this week and they are over the top.
Peep #SelfieOlympics on Twitter if you want to keep up with them.
Folks everywhere are taking selfies.
But there are folks out there, who have mastered – MASTERED – taking selfies.
Veritable Selfie Masters.
What makes them masters?
One glance at their Facebook, Twitter or Instagram feeds, and you’ll know that they take taking pictures of themselves seriously.
You know when you’ve encountered a Master.
Their pictures contain the tells.
Look for the eyes.
Sometimes wide-eyed. Sometimes, narrow slits. Sometimes opened just so.
But always with a ‘come hither’ expression, regardless of width.
Check the mouth.
Sometimes smiling. Sometimes serious. Sometimes with puckered lips.
But, somehow, always inviting.
Peep the pose.
Sometimes with their head thrown back. Sometimes bent slightly forward (with generous cleavage). Sometimes in repose.
But always beckoning you closer.
It takes work to master the selfie.
It doesn’t just happen by accident.
You’ve got to be committed.
Learning to hold your camera or camera phone just so takes practice.
Getting that smile that looks genuine, and not rehearsed, requires dedication.
Keeping your outstretched arm from being in the shot, and appearing to have had the picture taken by someone else, is high art.
Selfies are an art form.
There, I’ve said it.
Selfies are an art form.
Think about it.
Do you look good in every photo you take of yourself?
No. You don’t.
You’re not a master.
You aren’t committed.
I don’t know about you, but I couldn’t take a good selfie to save my life.
No matter what I try, my forehead is always too big, or shiny or enveloped in shadow.
Even with my best efforts, my hairline is too scruffy, unkempt or appears too far back on my head.
If I’m conscientious or not, my clothes look disheveled, ill-fitting or dirty.
Generally, when it comes to selfies, I end up looking a hot mess.
It’s not like I don’t try to take a good picture.
Shit, if I’m really honest, I take dozens – dozens of shots, trying to get just the right angle or perspective.
I rarely succeed.
I end up looking like a cow in a fisheye lense.
But that’s just me.
Alas, I am not a Selfie Master.
Perhaps one day, I will have mastered the art of the selfie, and will join their storied ranks.
For now, I’ll just suffer through self-photographing mediocrity.
What about you?
Are you a Selfie Master?