I was thinking a lot about the transition between the reflection and the photograph. The eye functions as a reflection. The reflection created in a mirror or otherwise reflective surface has become how one knows one self. It becomes a projection of self, and a defining element in a sense of identity. More and more in the contemporary landscape the reflection seems to be replaced by the photograph. Memory and identity of yourself or others is now intertwined in the overwhelming amount of photographs available of everyone and anything. The challenge of knowing your own reflection is being threatened by a less forgiving form of permanence. The individual eye, self-reflection, is becoming null and void. The best part is, it was never really important how you saw your self in regards to other people. Take Ester’s narrative, her constant self-deprecation undermines her voice and all the while her character believes this is the only way to be truthful. It is the photograph’s honesty that makes it a true villain. I believe that reality is ultimately relative but a photograph stops fluidity of memory and truth.
Whenever I think about photography I usually get to thinking about this one Diane Arbus photograph
Diane Arbus is known as a champion of the freaks, but she nothing but a manipulator. When you see the negative sheet you realize he was just a playful little boy, she turns his identity into something more sinister. Arbus made a living selling the grotesque. All photography honors the absurd in its clarity. It is an insult to the eye.
People are too trustful of photographs. The mystery and impermanence of the reflection is better friend to memory.