The World and Me: Why Selfies are Part of Travelling06.05.2015 22:06
This is me. And here again. And here, yes, that is me, too. Here in front of the Taj Mahal, there in Machu Picchu, another one in Petra, there at the end of the world. It is just me in front of another tourist attraction. Always in a similar pose: one with crossed arms, sometimes my hands in my pockets, less often with a victory sign. At times with a hat or sunglasses, on some pictures with sandals or sneakers. But always with a big grin on my face. Such a narcissistic rooster.
Those are not real selfies, made from my own hand. I don't do duck faces, no bedroom-eyes, no blurred lights, rarely a forearm reaching into the picture.
Although I do grin on the photos, the moments were not always happy. Sometimes I was a little annoyed, because I had to drive other people out of the shot. Or the photographer had problems with my camera. Sometimes it was extremely hot or cold. Maybe I was thirsty or had a little flu. Or I was totally tired, because we partied the night before, and had to get up rather early. Nonetheless, the picture of the moment should be taken in the greatest perfection possible. Yes, there is an element of staging. But the effort is no greater than speaking a few words or positioning the camera.
Some travellers put no value to this self-presentation. When they take pictures, they capture the attractions or the food, the hotel rooms, flowers or animals. They do not want to eternalize themselves on their photos. "I see myself in the mirror every day", they say. Or: "I am not very photogenic." They cocky photographer says: "I want the subject to stand for itself." No further arguments are of use here. Because I usually take a whole lot of pictures without me in them, anyways. Memory cards today are big enough for everybody to pose in front of the lens...
The fascinating thing about those images of me is, when you look at them cut together in the video. 200 photographs in 75 seconds. 18 years and many journeys compressed into a short time-span. I see myself aging rapidly, my face gets broader and (sometimes more, sometimes less) bearded. Glasses, clothes and the haircut change. And in the back of me the whole world passes by, like in a time-travelling machine. For every photo I could tell you an anecdote. But here the fraction of a second has to suffice, to put me in the foreground, making the attractions of the world a mere accessory. My ego is here the centre of the universe - and everything permanent in the world becomes a transient moment.
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