Mickey Rourke is a legendary guy. I watched him taking photos with literally everyone who came up to him. He never turned the fans down.
No-one posts photos of themselves on Instagram when you’re eating spaghetti hoops out of a tin going ‘Why?’
I have so many photos of myself in my room when I was a kid; I had one wall that was all TLC posters that I got free at some record store, then another wall was all Public Enemy, and the last wall was all ‘90210.’
For people who are displaced, you can reconstruct the story of your life from the objects you have access to, but if you don’t have the objects then there are holes in your life. This is why people in Bosnia – if anyone was running back into a burning house, it was to salvage photos.
My private life is a lot more ladylike and less sultry than the fashion photos I imagine.
When you see a fantastic colour or cut in a magazine, perched up on some famous so-and-so’s head, it’s tempting to ask your stylist for the same, but do not be fooled. The hair in those fancy photos can be very high maintenance.
My mom and I don’t have a lot of photos of my early years.
All I do is make photos. It’s my life.
But I had a strong reaction to my first three albums and I struggle with them now, as an adult. It’s very much the same as looking at your teenage photos in high school.
I like to Instagram my dogs! I also get excited to post behind-the-scenes photos from when I was filming something.
I consider myself lucky that Sheila Johnson, the cofounder of Black Entertainment Television, didn’t choose to rest on her very impressive business laurels. Her luscious 100 percent modal scarves, printed with photos she takes all over the world, are gorgeous. Wearing one is like being wrapped in a hug.
Engel & Voelkers has a long-standing reputation for providing excellence to a demanding clientele. Now we provide even more by offering our technologically-savvy customers the most up-to-the-minute data on homes, from listing prices to photos – all at their fingertips.
There’s such big pressure on people who are incredibly famous, on those who have people sitting outside their front door and taking photos every time they move.
I like when an image could be just one of several others which would create a story. That you can imagine who are those people or what would happen before, what’s going to be next; I like when there’s a past and a future that we can imagine when we see photos.
Oftentimes people say to me, ‘Oh I didn’t know you could do so much with locs until I saw your videos or I saw photos of you at events.’ So whenever I hear that people have been really inspired to experiment with their hair or their look because of me, it’s very flattering and really cool.
Facebook has gone from a nice-and-boring social network to becoming an identity layer of the web. It is where nearly a billion people are depositing the artifacts of civilization in the 21st century – photos, videos, and birthday wishes.
When Abu Zubaydah was shown a series of photos of al Qaeda members by Soufan, he identified one of them as the operational commander of 9/11, Khalid Sheikh Mohammed.
Unlike Facebook or Instagram, Twitter’s core experience isn’t about photos. It’s a world of text, with occasional embedded photos, animated gifs, and short video clips.
A friend of mine kept saying, ‘You tell all these stories about John, and when you do, you say, ‘Wait a minute, I have a photo to go along with that!’ How come we never see these photos in a book?’ So, I thought maybe it’s time to put them out. It would let people see John in that world, through my eyes.
All I want in life is to pet my dog and cat. After that, all I want to do is post photos of them. Mostly because they’re the cutest things ever, but also because I don’t have to worry about how ugly I look in the photo.
Before the show, there’s about two or two and a half hours of meet and greets with radio stations, promoters, people who I need to see and thank and talk to to make sure they remember me. And then, I get – out of all that day of talking and smiling and shaking hands and getting photos, I get to sing for two hours.
They think I’m depressed because I look serious in photos. It’s usually because I’m just nervous. But I’ve stopped dressing for other people. If I think I look good, that’s the most important thing.
My favorite photos of family are framed in my house, not posted on social media, and they’ll remain there.
I look at photos of the Sochi Olympics – even though it sometimes seems like it was just yesterday – that photo doesn’t even look like me. It looks like a child. I don’t even recognize myself.
Social sharing of photos – landscapes, selfies, latte-foam art – can spark conversations and deeper engagements.
I don’t really go to a lot of parties. It only seems that way because so many photos are taken when I do go to one.
Nothing seemed more important to me than to make the world aware of the senseless death and starvation in South Sudan. I wanted people to see through the eyes of the suffering so my photos might motivate the international community to act.
People enjoy photos of me by myself, and people also love to see how in love I am – it’s a really beautiful thing to share with my fans, actually.
I get stuff every single day whether that be comments on my Instagram photos, or tweets about a tweet that I put out. Just tweets that they make in general to just pick on me, make me feel bad about myself, belittle me or anything. It’s not good.
I have a no-kids policy on my website, meaning I won’t publish paparazzi photos of celebrity children. I’ll only post photos that celebrities themselves share on social media, or if the kids are photographed at a red carpet event.
In July of 2010, I lost my finance job in Chicago. Instead of updating my resume and looking for a similar job, I decided to forget about money and have a go at something I truly enjoyed. I’d purchased a semi-professional camera earlier that year and spent my free time taking photos in downtown Chicago.
All pictures are unnatural. All pictures are sad because they’re about dead people. Paintings you don’t think of in a special time or with a specific event. With photos I always think I’m looking at something dead.
I always choose to remember the moment that was the best of Jeanne Cooper – those photos where she’s in that wild dress triumphantly hoisting up the Emmy the night she finally won the damn thing. She was so proud, so happy.
Downstairs in my house, I have a museum room. I keep all of my awards down there, and childhood photos, and even all the clothes I’ve worn on tour, in videos and on album covers.
Our eyes and brains pretty consistently like some human forms better than others. Shown photos of strangers, even babies look longer at the faces adults rank the best-looking.
The Conservatives have never been a party burdened by needless sentimentality; some MPs only keep their children’s photos in their wallet to make sure that at the end of term they don’t bring the wrong one home.
I started out taking photos of my friends on, like, disposable cameras, and I documented my younger sister and her friends all through high school.
We were taking some photos one day in front of one of these old antebellum homes, and one of us said the word. And we all kind of stopped and said, ‘That could be a name!’ … It just feels kind of country and nostalgic.
Every snapshot collector has obsessions. Some only collect photos of cars. Others like World War II, or babies, or old-timey girls in old-timey swimsuits. I happen to collect the weird stuff: photos that make the hair on the back of your neck stand up a little. The uncanny.
The phenomena of taking photos and sharing them isn’t new, but with Instagram being mobile, both have become cheaper and faster, producing the instant gratification of knowing how our shots look in our palms.
I’ve always been intimidated by the technicalities of taking photos, especially with a film camera – not just a point and shoot.
The people I idolized I saw once a year on the Tony Awards. I would buy the cassette tapes of the various Broadway shows and scour the photos inside the recording package. That’s how I exposed myself to the arts – New York and professional theater felt like a very distant thing.
My night is over only when there are no more photos to take and nothing left to sign.
Instagram is amazing, and I enjoy sharing photos there. However, I don’t think it is where my photos will go to live.
People love photos. Photos originally weren’t that big a part of the idea for Facebook, but we just found that people really like them, so we built out this functionality.
I listened to a clip someone had put up of me singing ‘I Am What I Am’ in the musical ‘La Cage aux Folles.’ I thought I was absolutely dreadful. It’s like when you see photos of yourself at parties – at the time you thought you looked so cool and glamorous but you just look a bit drunk.
When I was seven or eight, I was bought a fantastic book called ‘The Movie Treasury of Horror Movies’ by Alan G. Frank; it became my bible. It’s packed full of the most amazing photos and is still fantastic to look at.
It’s like those high-school yearbook photos that everyone would rather not see: Oh my God, look at that mullet hair. I have those photos too, but for me, they’re, like, entire movies. And they show them on cable.
