I rarely take self-portraits. Mostly because I'm way too self-critical, and using myself as a model for serious photo projects would only result in me finding 1001 flaws in the way I end up looking in the photo and never feel like submitting it to, for instance, devart. But I had this dream of climbing on top of the washing machines in my basement, so one day I enlisted my sister as my assistant, put on my new dress (which btw, symbolizes what I would assume it would be like to play backgammon while on drugs) and my favourite high heeled shoes and my silly little wig and carried my camera down to the basement. And there I took these photos (well, technically my sister took them since I can’t be both behind and in front of the camera but I gave her instructions on how the composition and stuff should be). I like washing machines, they always look so cute. As do phone booths, which I think is going to be my next self portrait-project.

Camera: Pentax 67
Film: Ilford 100
Model: Me
Natural lighting, copied to achieve maximum contrast, no photoshop except for dust removal.