I am fifty seven and there is not one good photograph of me anywhere
- Looking for
- somebody who reads the writing before they look at the picture
- Experience
- Twenty years, three dynamics, the longest eleven.
- Around
- the west, Sydney
Every photograph of me was taken by somebody else, at a family occasion, with my eyes half shut. I do not photograph myself and I am not going to start at fifty seven. So my profile has two mediocre pictures, both of them accurate, and I am aware that on an app built almost entirely around a face this is the equivalent of arriving without shoes.
I know what it costs and I have watched the numbers. What I will not do is manufacture something, because the gap between a photograph and a man in a room is where a great many first meetings go wrong.
Fifty seven, out west, dominant, twenty years in. Three dynamics, the longest eleven years, which ended when she died four years ago. I am past that in the way anybody is ever past it.
What I run is patient and structured: expectations agreed properly, a weekly rhythm, correction that is specific and calm rather than loud. I have never once raised my voice inside a dynamic and I am not going to start now.
Not looking for anybody who needs to be impressed. Not looking for a person who wants an evening. And not looking to be anybody's late life adventure, since I am ordinary, I have been doing this a long time, and the ordinariness is rather the point.