Personally, in my very humble opinion, I think I am an above average photographer. Even eggs can look attractive when I am behind the camera. These six eggs got photographed from all angles, with different lightings, composition and got adjusted to ‘sit’ properly.
But when it comes to self-potrait, I cannot compose my own photo. I bought a damn expensive photography magazine yesterday. It costs me almost RM30. Bought it from Borders. My DSLR camera has pre-programme settings for potrait photography. It is just ‘thiak’. But arrggh…after arranging all the sofa, cushion, table lamps, vases and I zoom/focus/set aperture/shutter speed yadda yadda, I call my sons and man to click for me. I even put water on my hair to get the ‘erotica’ shot (new technique I learnt). But the photo turned out like I had just stepped out of the rain after a long sleep. Arrggh…
Why oh why are husbands so hopeless in taking photos of the wives? They can spend minutes and hours to get nice baby photos. They can crouch down on the damp grass to take dead leaves photos. But ask them to take wives’ photos, they just simply hantam. Click before you can even say che(ese).
No matter how many times I reminded him – Check carefully hor, right angle or not? Is the vase in the frame? Are my hair brown? Don’t apply flash. Adjust the white balance. Make the photo looks warm….bla bla bla. And yet, it turned out like a blob of Jabba.
So, conclusion. Take photos of the mirror.
Or ask my 9 years old son to take my photo.
That way, I don’t get photos with me opening my mouth wide or hand pointing somewhere or cock-eyed or have a constipated look or looks simply Rosie of Phua Chu Kang. If Helen has not lamented about this (can’t find the permalink, Helen) and have lots of wives complaining about the same thing, I would have thought that my dear hubby purposely take bad photos of me. So, now I know. Husbands are the worst photographers. Find a professional cameraman if you want to see good photos of yourself.