The Beginning

I think we all have had these moments…you go to a party or family gathering.  Someone starts taking pictures and even though you try your hardest to avoid the camera (ducking behind plants, walls, people or holding a small child up in front of you) and then “SNAP”, they capture a picture of you.  You surrender (but not after you try to your hardest to convince them to delete it from the camera) and life goes on. Then suddenly it shows up in your email or even worse MySpace or your tagged in Facebook.  You look at it and say “Who the hell is that?” “That can’t be me!” “Who used photoshop to put my head on  someone else body?” “OMG how could I let this happen”.  Then the worse thought comes “Crap this is now public on the internet!”.

My starting point

This is happened to me many times in 2007.  I tried my best to bury these memories and always had a wonderful excuse (kids, family, job, dark roots, friends problems) not to hit the issue head on.  Maybe it was the universe or faith but those damn pictures just kept coming all year.  It not only became annoying to me but more like a screaming message, like a demanding 2 year old that wants a cookie, to start thinking about it more seriously.

To this day I still look at those pictures (at least the ones I didn’t trash) and think who the hell is that?  This was the beginning of my time to find out.