As if this whole blogging thing wasn't narcissistic enough, I went and took photos of myself. In the end, 12 out of 33 are actual hold-out-an-arm or hit-the-timer-button shots and the rest are photos other people happen to have taken in a specific month, but I'm satisfied it's complete.
Why? I'm not entirely sure. It's a kind of time-capsule feeling I guess. Certainly not to assess the quality of my skincare products or anything quite so specific. More just "What did I look like when I was 26?"
I've been a slightly coy online presence thus far, so I'm not sure where these pics go. Maybe I get over it and load them up on flickr. Or maybe not.
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