My brother in 1955 at age 18, proving that the practice of teenagers taking pictures of themselves predates digital cameras and the Internet. This was in the bedroom he and I shared from about 1953-58. The little child's table and chair set at the left is what served as my "desk" at the time. Since I always had it piled high with junk like that, if I ever wanted to actually do anything like draw, I'd go downstairs and use either the cocktail or dining room table, set up a card table or just plunk down on the living room floor. My brother labeled this (introspective? vacant? chimerical?) self-portait Ektachrome simply, "Me."
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