It would be fair to say I am obsessed with my own face. Actually, not only would it be fair to say, it would be a totally accurate statement. Mind you, when I say obsessed, it does not mean that I am overly fond of my face. I don't think it's an exceptional face or anything. I just mean that I can spend hours at a mirror practicing raising one eyebrow or trying to make my smile less crooked. This inexplicable fascination has resulted in an onslaught of extensive self-portrait photo shoots, often ending in ridiculousness such as this:
And, yes, I know the Velcro rollers are in upside down. I was experimenting.