May 28, 2009
See the Flockers: Phil Bebbington
I thought that perhaps I ought to reveal myself as well. Self portraits are an interesting exercise. It took years for me to have the courage to take one and even longer to have the balls to show them in public. This probably isn’t showing my best side. I rarely smile at the camera, although I think I am different in person. For those who are interested, here I am with a little more colour in my cheeks.
Once again, thanks for having me.
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You look fine in black and white and also colour, Phil.
Thank you, Amy. As you can see, I have something of a fixed grin – please no-one ask what I was doing as I have no idea.
Fabulous!
I love this photo, Phil. And welcome.
Rick, Deron, thank you. It is good to be here.
Never get enough of that arse. I don’t know why, but you look like a spy in that arseshot, Phil. Does anybody else see this? Am I alone in the universe?
Lucy, I couldn’t possibly comment. However, I did always want to be a spy. I think I would be rather good at it.
I’m not sure about that, Phil. What I am sure about is that your back and arse area is a qualified, professional spy. It is so professional, in fact, that you don’t even know about it.
Say, Lucy, you reckon his back and arse qualify as a historic preservation district, seeing as he lives in Bath and all? Could he get funding?
Lucy, I’m glad that the waxin’ and a greasin’ wasn’t in vain.
Phil’s ass as a place of note. I have dreamed of this day – it will straddle (can I say that?) the 18th and 19th centuries. It feels right that way. One foot on the throat of mad George and one on Victoria’s, God bless ‘em.
Perhaps you might have one of those blue plaques. Or a blue tattoo.
I have trouble reconciling the solemn face in this photo with the whimsical Phil we have come to know and love in these here pages. But, I like the complexity. Welcome!
Unfortunately, India, I fear this is my normal look when alone and pretty much reflects my mood as well. As soon as I have someone to talk with it all changes – I think I spend too much time thinking and not enough doing stuff.
I have on occasion had strangers in the street ask me to cheer up – nosey bastards! I have grown to love my black side, I now know that is where my creativity lies, that sounds a bit precious, perhaps where my motivation to take photos lies.
Probably more of an answer than you wanted. I am a happy bunny though.
Oh, yes—those strangers who are so concerned about your happiness that they never ask whether or why you’re sad, they just order you to cheer up. I love those guys. In a punch-them-in-the-face kind of way. I used to get that on the street pretty often; not sure why it’s stopped.