guestdirectedself:

mollybroxton:

I miss the initial enthusiasm of guestdirectedself. I guess I should probably catch up on my own backlog of prompts-not-yet-followed before I give anyone else a hard time.

These are all images from GDSP #1, from December 2011 and January 2012

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THE PROMPTS
FAQs
A WORD FROM THE GDSP

Look at us! We were babies!

guestdirectedself:

mollybroxton:

I miss the initial enthusiasm of guestdirectedself. I guess I should probably catch up on my own backlog of prompts-not-yet-followed before I give anyone else a hard time.

These are all images from
GDSP #1, from December 2011 and January 2012

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SUBMIT YOUR PHOTOS/LINKS HERE

THE PROMPTS

FAQs

A WORD FROM THE GDSP

Look at us! We were babies!

mollybroxton:

Guest Directed Self Portrait #49, Directed by of-saudade:

Saw a movie with a friend this afternoon, so that’s something.

Guest-Directed Self-Portrait #46, directed by  lilmissnatalie ("Sorrow. All that it encompasses. All of its forms. What is your interpretation of how sorrow expresses itself.") 
     I am most open and demonstrative when i’m happy, and withdrawn when i’m not. My sadness is usually a result of being or feeling inadequate. 
        Oshawa, Ontario, July 12, 2014.

Guest-Directed Self-Portrait #46, directed by lilmissnatalie ("Sorrow. All that it encompasses. All of its forms. What is your interpretation of how sorrow expresses itself.")

I am most open and demonstrative when i’m happy, and withdrawn when i’m not. My sadness is usually a result of being or feeling inadequate.

Oshawa, Ontario, July 12, 2014.

It’s shitty to find out my friends don’t like me as much, don’t enjoy my company as much.

Oh yeah, friends getting together without you. And one of them telling you about it.

I’m told by one of my students that another student does a hilarious impression of me dancing. All in good fun, except, you know…

Guest-Directed Self-Portrait #47, directed by magpie—at—home ("A Picture of You Holding a Picture of You" I can remember my father making photographs of my sister and I holding older images of ourselves to document the passing of time. In an unspoken tradition, I have done the same with my three sons. For the next GDSP, I’d like you to take a picture of you, holding a picture of you. It can be an older image of you or not. Create a dialogue between the image you include and the image you make. Be introspective beforehand and transport your viewers after.") 
  I should have sucked in my belly a bit. Also, i often forget to smile when i take my photo (thinking too seriously about taking the photo?).
        I’m not sure where the drawing was done - perhaps the CNE. But it would have been the summer of 1974. YIKES! Aging, not for the faint of heart.
        Oshawa, Ontario, June 21, 2014.

Guest-Directed Self-Portrait #47, directed by magpie—at—home ("A Picture of You Holding a Picture of You" I can remember my father making photographs of my sister and I holding older images of ourselves to document the passing of time. In an unspoken tradition, I have done the same with my three sons. For the next GDSP, I’d like you to take a picture of you, holding a picture of you. It can be an older image of you or not. Create a dialogue between the image you include and the image you make. Be introspective beforehand and transport your viewers after.")

I should have sucked in my belly a bit. Also, i often forget to smile when i take my photo (thinking too seriously about taking the photo?).

I’m not sure where the drawing was done - perhaps the CNE. But it would have been the summer of 1974. YIKES! Aging, not for the faint of heart.

Oshawa, Ontario, June 21, 2014.

Those were the suckiest self-portraits ever.

Why i have self-esteem issues.

"Like these people put no effort into staying friends!"

"I’m having lunch with someone, but i’m free after. We could decide to do do something and tell anyone who wants to join in they can"

"Mehhh"

mollybroxton:

GDSP #46

Directed by lilmissnatalie:

After Ludo’s bath, I used to brush him while he was drying off, to minimize the crazy post-bath shedding, to get his coat heading in a reasonable direction instead of fluffy cowlick-ville, and to draw out the bathtime relaxation mindset. Sometimes, after, I would take the damp fur from the brush, and form it into balls, discs, and buttons between my hands, rubbing it between my palms in a hard fast circle at the sink, switching the water from scalding hot to cold, back-and-forth. It most often felt silly and cute and fun, but I didn’t do it every time he had a bath. Sometimes it felt like a vaguely weird thing to be doing—there was an episode of hoarders where a young guy kept all of his dog’s shedded fur, because he believed that if he threw any of the hair away the dog would die. If I had made fur buttons after every bath, I know it would not have kept him alive. But I would have at least had a lot more fur buttons. They are so special, now. More would have been nice.

(via guestdirectedself)

Guest-Directed Self-Portrait #44, directed by prestonrittenhouse ("A photo of you from behind, you looking behind you at the camera. Show us what you see by your expression, dress, surroundings…") 
        I decided to not tidy up, as i usually would, before taking a photo (not that it’s overly messy). What do i see? Well, obviously i’m on Facebook on my computer (as well as Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram, etc). In the upper right is my parents’ wedding photo. Above my head is a calendar i made of photos i took in Quebec City. To the left is a framed photo/card my students gave me a while back, when we did a school trip on my birthday, and beside that a bunch of CDs. Hanging on the door is a clacking leg thingy a friend bought me when he worked in Mexico. On my desk you can see a small pile of mail (on top is the summer TIFF magazine 180), with my glasses (used for distance, not reading), phone charging, the cord for downloading photos from my camera, my copy of the Nelvana book. To my right is a pile of various papers, equipment and my lens cap (left in view because i’m an idiot).
        Oshawa, Ontario, May 30, 2014.

Guest-Directed Self-Portrait #44, directed by prestonrittenhouse ("A photo of you from behind, you looking behind you at the camera. Show us what you see by your expression, dress, surroundings…")

I decided to not tidy up, as i usually would, before taking a photo (not that it’s overly messy). What do i see? Well, obviously i’m on Facebook on my computer (as well as Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram, etc). In the upper right is my parents’ wedding photo. Above my head is a calendar i made of photos i took in Quebec City. To the left is a framed photo/card my students gave me a while back, when we did a school trip on my birthday, and beside that a bunch of CDs. Hanging on the door is a clacking leg thingy a friend bought me when he worked in Mexico. On my desk you can see a small pile of mail (on top is the summer TIFF magazine 180), with my glasses (used for distance, not reading), phone charging, the cord for downloading photos from my camera, my copy of the Nelvana book. To my right is a pile of various papers, equipment and my lens cap (left in view because i’m an idiot).

Oshawa, Ontario, May 30, 2014.

mollybroxton:

GDSP #44, dir. by prestonrittenhouse

mollybroxton:

GDSP #44, dir. by prestonrittenhouse

(via guestdirectedself)

You’d think by this point, the odds would either be there’d be a different ending, one where i’m not alone at the end, or i’d be used to it and it wouldn’t ache so much.

You’d think by this point, the odds would either be there’d be a different ending, one where i’m not alone at the end, or i’d be used to it and it wouldn’t ache so much.

Past 5am, had fun all night, but it ends with the sun rising and my heart aching.