“They could charm the paint off walls, these fellas.”
I have this habit. Though it isn’t particularly unhealthy or harmful, I’ve slowly picked it up over the years. Sometimes I do it and don’t realize it.
I check myself out in the mirror. A lot.
Not just right before I head out the door. Anything reflective will do. A newly washed car. The sliding doors in an elevator. Spoons. Your eyeballs. The frequency is so outrageous that Carly Simon must have seen me coming 30 years early.
And I know what you’re going to tell me. “Ian, if i were as roguishly handsome as you, I’d do the same, you scoundrel!” Outlandish and utterly fictional statements aside, you are judged on how you look. Applying this mentality to photographs, attempting to perfect your pictures can go horribly awry.
Brighten up the teeth, sure. Mask out some hair, understandable. Getting rid of some underarm flub, no problem. Just make everyone keeps their limbs.
Please, photoshop responsibly.
Check out more bone-headed blunders at Photoshop Disasters.
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