In front of the camera
Simon (my twin brother) and I spent a couple of hours on our forty-third birthday having our photograph taken. It wasn't an entirely vain act, our friend and brilliant artist Alma is working on a new project about twins, and she invited us to take part.
The process reminded me a little of the scene in The Crown, where Churchill has his portrait painted and has to come to terms with how the artist and others see him. He ultimately ignores this image, ordering the finished painting to be destroyed.
I felt very vulnerable standing in front of the lights, camera clicking away capturing super high-quality renditions of what forty-three years of life does to a human face and body. I also felt quite good, because after all, who gives a fuck.
