SUBJECT IS OBJECT : ZINE

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SUBJECT IS OBJECT : ZINE

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I objectify myself. I live through my phone in a new reality. I had no intention of sharing these photos with the outside world as I recorded life. But when I found a forgotten folder a few months later, I saw the story that had emerged in an unplanned collaboration with my phone. I had accidentally documented versions of my body and self – from object of sex to object of other life. A benign object – something I didn’t unattached to ‘me’.

Whose body is mine?

I never thought of my body as female. I never thought of agency as something I did or did not have over the flesh of it, the limbs and bones. I took photos that excited people, to excite myself. Only when I saw a self portrait in red underwear laying on a bed, next to a screenshot of the latest stranger hitting on me on Instagram, in line with bruised and bloodshot arms at the hospital, did I question the undetermined directions of life. I saw my phone as something new – as something closer even than a camera. The phone had become the story teller to my life, showing me things I didn’t even see.

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