I have arrived at destination.
That’s what happens when you bring your laptop on holiday. I was working for two hours this morning – after getting green light from my mother and daughter who are lounging by the pool as we speak. But seeing that I have the laptop out already, I might as well use the moment and get D out of the way.
D – which of his selfies is your favourite?
Until recently my
scathing reply would have been “none”. For basically the reasons that Zee mentioned in her post on exactly this question. And because I always feel as if the word “selfie” does not stand for “self-portrait” but for “self-indulgence”. You can’t take the protestant morals out of the lapsed protestant…
some all the wrong reasons, this latest selfie somehow got me:
I reiterate: It is probably due to the wide-eyed look, possibly caused by the contact lenses in his eyes. I’d prefer it, if the eyes were his natural colour, because then they would really be blue pools of infinite depth that you could get lost staring into. But even in brown, the wide-eyed look of innocence and openness does not fail to touch me, nor does the faint smile.
Honestly, I never thought I’d say that I like one of his selfies – and I still really disapprove on principle. I am simply too old for selfie sh*t. But since this is a blog about guilty pleasures, I might as well compromise my principles. I just really, really wish he’d lay off those skin-smoothing filters. Honestly, there is no need for them. In fact, the signs of life and age are greatly enhancing his attractive mien – because they are adding history to an otherwise smoothed (you could also say: self-censored) version of reality.
But ok, grist to the mills.
Ok, and now I’ll go to the pool. 💦