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  • I am always complaining that there just aren’t enough photos of me. Being the family photographer, I am always behind the camera, never in front.

    
When I do see that random photo of me, I generally don’t like it. You see, I have no clue how to behave in front of the camera. I would rather hide behind the camera than be the object of the photograph.

    This week I decided to eradicate my phobia of being photographed by taking a series of self-portraits. It was funny that, an avid photographer since I got my first Instamatic in the 60s, I had never been my own subject. I thought, if artists do it, then I should be able to do a self portrait too.

    I have had a blast, truth be told. I can see the progression from the first few photos, where I look uncomfortable behind the camera, to the last few ones, where I am totally at ease.

    Just like a model in a photo studio, I changed clothes, wore makeup, wore no makeup. In most of the photos, I am smiling, because that is my trade mark. I used a variety of silk scarves, my signature.

    And suddenly, I really quite like myself!

    No más escondidas, Lili

    Simpre portesto que no hay ninguna foto de Lili. Como soy la fotógrafa de la familia, estoy detrás de la cámera, no en frente.

    Cuando veo alguna foto de mí, no me gusta. La verdad es que no sé como comportarme enfrente de la máquina fotográfica. Me parece que prefiero esconderme detrás de ella, que ser el objecto de la fotografía.

    Esta semana, me dije que era hora de eliminar mi fobia de ser fotografiada. Me parece gracioso que después de tantos años de fanatisismo por la fotografía, nunca me he sacado un autoretrato. Si los artistas lo hacen,¿ por qué no yo?

    La verdad es que me he divertido mucho. Veo la progresión de las primeras fotos, dónde se me vé un poco incómoda, hacia las últimas, donde estoy totalmente tranqui.

    Como una modelo, me cambié de ropa, me puse maquillaje y me lo saqué. En la mayoría de las fotos, estoy sonriéndome, porque mi sonrisa me define. Usé muchos de mis pañuelos de seda, que son como mi firma.

    Y de repente, ¡me doy cuenta que me gusto a mí misma!
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