I thought I would put this up for Raz's Self Portrait post. The in the version you normally see, I seem to be peering through a letter box, but here it all is, taken before it all went wrong - or, at least, after it had started to all go wrong!
My mother used to say, "You used to be such a nice boy, and now look what you've turned into". Not the sort of thing that a 17 year old lad with a frail ego needs to hear from his mother!
Because I discovered that I had already done a post called 'Self Portrait', J. And yes I was, wasn't I? (holds head in hands and wonders where the last 55 years have gone)
In the photo you usually post of the "letter box Tom", I thought that was a picture of you in your late teens. Now I see you were a young boy in that photo.
My Dad used to tell me that our vision of ourselves stops at about age 25, 26. That we never feel very differently or see ourselves any older than that. After that age we are surprised to catch a glimpse of ourselves either physically in a mirror or metaphorically.
I have found this to be true. Fundamentally I am still that gal at 25 or so and I'm shocked to be faced with the reality at times.
This picture is darling! A bit Mona-Lisa like, however. Not sure what you were thinking when this photo was taken, giving it a bit of a mysterious feel. :)
I thought we had the face we deserve by fifty? I have always felt annoyed that Anne Robinson managed to wipe away a lifetime of meanness by plastic surgery and replace her own narrow tight face with quite a pleasant one. Mind you, I think the old Anne is growing through so there is some justice.
That's a good point about Mona Lisa, E.C. I can't remember what I was thinking, but I used to go off in a dream a lot in those days - I would often sit there and watch my school bus drive away without me on it.
Fifty would be giving you a bit too much leeway, I think. Especially since the old Greeks didn't last much longer than 70, by all accounts. Did you see that documentary where Ms Robinson goes off on a car journey with her daughter, who she obviously disliked from birth? Very revealing.
How angelic you look. What happened?
ReplyDeleteDrugs, alcohol and onanism, Bris.
ReplyDeleteMy mother used to say, "You used to be such a nice boy, and now look what you've turned into". Not the sort of thing that a 17 year old lad with a frail ego needs to hear from his mother!
ReplyDeleteLooks more like a portrait than a self-portrait to me. Are you sure you're not cheating?
ReplyDeleteYou had (maybe still have) great hair!
ReplyDeleteI manipulated the image, Cro, so I reckon it counts.
ReplyDeleteI've still got loads of hair, Suzanne, but it's completely white now.
Why '2' Tom?
ReplyDeleteSweet little boy.
You look just like Little Joe
ReplyDeleteBecause I discovered that I had already done a post called 'Self Portrait', J. And yes I was, wasn't I? (holds head in hands and wonders where the last 55 years have gone)
ReplyDeleteDo you mean the gay one off 'Bonanza', Molly?
In the photo you usually post of the "letter box Tom", I thought that was a picture of you in your late teens. Now I see you were a young boy in that photo.
ReplyDeleteMy Dad used to tell me that our vision of ourselves stops at about age 25, 26. That we never feel very differently or see ourselves any older than that. After that age we are surprised to catch a glimpse of ourselves either physically in a mirror or metaphorically.
ReplyDeleteI have found this to be true. Fundamentally I am still that gal at 25 or so and I'm shocked to be faced with the reality at times.
Suzan
I can't remember which old Greek said, "By the time we are 35, we have the face which we deserve".
ReplyDeleteThis picture is darling! A bit Mona-Lisa like, however. Not sure what you were thinking when this photo was taken, giving it a bit of a mysterious feel. :)
ReplyDeleteI like the quote you just posted above too!
I thought we had the face we deserve by fifty? I have always felt annoyed that Anne Robinson managed to wipe away a lifetime of meanness by plastic surgery and replace her own narrow tight face with quite a pleasant one. Mind you, I think the old Anne is growing through so there is some justice.
ReplyDeleteThat's a good point about Mona Lisa, E.C. I can't remember what I was thinking, but I used to go off in a dream a lot in those days - I would often sit there and watch my school bus drive away without me on it.
ReplyDeleteFifty would be giving you a bit too much leeway, I think. Especially since the old Greeks didn't last much longer than 70, by all accounts. Did you see that documentary where Ms Robinson goes off on a car journey with her daughter, who she obviously disliked from birth? Very revealing.