(No selfies allowed)
Hey, I’m not judging. I take selfies, always. Good ones. Shit ones. Filtered ones. Who cares? But most of them — I’m not in a thought process when taking them. It’s not a creative art flow in my brain. It’s a vanity analysis of how hot can I look? (What can I say, I’m a millennial who grew up on tabloid magazines, diet fads and slim fast, and MTV.)
But I recently looked at some old photos a few friends and real talented artists took of me over the years and thought… what’s going through…
