While studying art and design at Central Saint Martins, I went round supermarkets taking photos of shoppers and their baskets: the game was to match people with their food. For an architectural project, I made a scale model of a shop out of gingerbread rather than foam and added icing and sweets very colourfully.
My iPhone has changed my life – I spend hours taking photos of the sidewalk as I walk down the street. I like the casualness, that it’s low-resolution.
The hardest pill for me to swallow has been receiving recognition, getting dressed up, going to events. That’s the part that has always terrified me. You can see dozens of photos where I have zero hair and makeup and I’m wearing my own jeans and T-shirt, because I was not that interested in that side of it.
Tabloid photos capture people at their most self-conscious and disoriented; in real life, Paris Hilton is like an elegant paper crane.
Growing up, I loved looking at the photos in my mother’s old Betty Crocker cookbook: the chocolate cakes, the cookie house, even the cheese balls and fondues.
I think of basset hounds whenever I turn on my computer because I have photos of them. And if I’m lucky, and I see one on the street, I know it’s going to be a good day. They really are like a four-leaf clover.
I don’t get too much enjoyment out of sitting around the campfire and looking at old photos. That’s just not me. I don’t get the thrill of doing that. So, I don’t sit around listening to my old records.
People want to share photos with only their friends and loved ones.
Weight is just not a hot button. In fact, during my life, it probably should have been on my radar screen a bit more. I look back at work photos and am shocked. Was I eating the people I was interviewing?! Good Lord, I was big.
Being depressed is not a beautiful tragedy – it’s hell and it’s agony. Posting photos of someone that you don’t have the consent for is illegal, and that’s a huge, huge issue. We need to be teaching consent, and that’s not just for photos.
Being a musician and artist can feel superficial at times – you talk about yourself every day and pose for photos for the magazines and newspapers, and it can be very tiring for your well-being.
I’ve exchanged messages and photos of an explicit nature with about six women over the last three years. For the most part, these communications took place before my marriage, though some have sadly took place after. To be clear, I have never met any of these women or had physical relationships at any time.
I can’t go to sleep on a train anymore because people take photos of me. You know, dribbling. It’s a bit embarrassing. I go to sleep with my collar up.
I think a woman’s body is so much more sensual than a man’s. I’m not saying strip off all your clothes, but there are certain photos I like people taking of me, where I’m comfortable. As long as it’s tasteful, why not?
Oh my God, I’m not anorexic. I acknowledge that I look thin in photos. I get it.
About 80 percent of the photos on Flickr are public and searchable by everyone. In one sense, it’s a place where people upload snapshots from the family reunion, wedding or the birth of a baby or something like that, but it’s also a place where people go to show what the world looks like to them.
The only picture I’ve got in my house – other than family photos, of course – is one of me with Muhammad Ali.
If you’ve got a classic car look back in your log book and see if any of the previous owners will be happy to give you photos of the car in its heyday. You’ll find that more often than not they’ll be happy to share memories of it and it’ll make it more appealing to potential buyers.
Every year we are greeted by a host of new apps that will ‘change the way we think’ about ordering takeout, ‘fundamentally transform’ our shoe purchases, or ‘revolutionize’ the way we edit photos.
I wanted something that was really ‘us,’ but not typical engagement photos in any way. We’re not a fancy couple. More jeans and T-shirts.
I have a preponderance to look smug in photos; something to do with the way my mouth turns up at the corners.
The journalistic and political classes are very eager to borrow the cultural authority of comedians when it suits them, sending out gala invitations and posing for photos in hopes that a bit of that edgy satirical shine will rub off on them.
I got my Gucci nails done for a photo shoot. After the shoot I would be on Snapchat and Instagram and everybody was hitting me up about it. Eventually that turned into kids sending me photos of them getting Gucci nails.
From the time I was a kid, I was crazy about anything having to do with the West. I’d look at all of these photos of Montana, and they all seemed so magical and majestic. I just wanted to go west, and I finally did it when I was barely 21. I went off to volunteer at a Navajo reservation in New Mexico.
I think my selfies are the main reason for my fan following on social networking sites. These photos and videos are liked and shared by the followers, and consequently, they go viral.
It was a long time ago: I was 13, and my dad actually sent photos to two different agencies of all of my family, and I had no idea.
Some people look at my photos and think maybe I’m feeling frazzled, but I really want to tell them I’m just having a bad hair day!
I think that Shake Shack wouldn’t exist had it not been for Twitter. I don’t think you would have gotten a hundred New Yorkers to stand in line for an hour if they couldn’t have made their time really productive and organized snowball fights, ordered free hot chocolate, and, you know, Instagrammed photos.
I’m not going to dinner with somebody who eats like a bird, nor do I want to eat like a bird. But its weird: In our business, I’m a size 2 and considered curvy. Its important to remind young women, ‘Listen, even skinny girls have cellulite, even Halle Berry has cellulite, and what you see in photos isn’t totally real.’
So many girls second-think their pose or what they’re doing. And, in turn, the photos will come out really unnatural. I say to really give the camera a performance – that, and make sure you’re comfortable with how you look, and give it a good smile and a filter.
Sometimes it’s a struggle to keep up with my own photos, where the lighting is perfect, the makeup is done, and the images have been retouched. That’s not what I see when I look in the mirror!
You’ve got to wake up and perfect your craft, every day, and at the end of the day, you know, you get the star power, magazines, photos shoots, but you’ve got to say humble, you’ve got to stay grounded.
When I first got married to my husband, he had boxes full of photos of my two stepsons, ages 5 and 8 at the time, and I put them together in some little albums and wrote notes about how happy I was that they were a part of my life.
Many people keep photos in their homes, in their office, or in their wallet, and happy families tend to display large numbers of photos at home. In ‘Happier at Home,’ I write about my ‘shrine to my family’ made of photographs.
The worst thing I ever wore, really, was rubber pants, but I don’t think that was a cliche. They were just way too hot. Rubber doesn’t breathe. I look back on my photos, and I dig them. I think I look really cool.
My best advice for a new Tinder user is don’t just start swiping left or right. Take a moment and really evaluate everyone’s photos before you say ‘yes’ or ‘no.’ Sometimes people don’t know what they are doing when choosing photos.
Times have changed since 2002 when I won a spot in the group ‘Popstars.’ Back in the day we would get fan letters in the mail, now you can find anyone and contact people. It’s incredible how fans can have a personal connection, share photos, stories.
I think newspapers shouldn’t try to compete directly with the Web, and should do what they can do better, which may be long-form journalism and using photos and art, and making connections with large-form graphics and really enhancing the tactile experience of paper.
I had a crazy life for a teenager. I lived in New Jersey, but I’d go to Vermont for three weeks, join a commune, take pictures with the guy I was dating, come back home, and post photos.
I’ve seen the photos of me and Flo Rida. It doesn’t matter how we met. We met. I don’t want to say that we’re a couple. I can definitely say that he’s somebody in my life, and I’m definitely interested but I’m not serious with anybody.
There are no captions on red-carpet photos that say, ‘This girl trained for two weeks, she went on a juice diet, she has a professional hair and makeup person, and this dress was made for her.’ I just wish they’d say, ‘It ain’t the truth.’
I originally started GoPro with the sole purpose of helping surfers capture photos of themselves and their friends while they were surfing. I thought it was crazy that very few surfers had any photos or videos of themselves.
When I post a photo from a ‘good angle,’ I receive criticism for looking smaller and selling out. When I post photos showing my cellulite, stretch marks, and rolls, I’m accused of promoting obesity.
Once you get a kitten, the natural thing you do is take a billion photos.
Google Photos is great. I enjoy using it to curate my photo collection online. The integration on iOS to Apple Photos is a bit too much voodoo for me.
Sometimes I’ll post goofy photos of myself on Instagram without make-up or making silly faces. I don’t always look like a little Barbie doll.
