mostly david ephgrave

Today, I popped by my friend Sarah ’s studio to exchange Christmas cards. While I was there, she made me a cup of tea in a Take That mug. This gave me ample opportunity to pull my ‘holding a Take That mug’-face. (Twat.) I never realised I had a ‘holding a Take That mug’-face until I posed for the picture - when, all too soon, it became apparent. All it took was a couple of seconds of being looked at through a viewfinder for my natural, relaxed expression to be replaced with a gurny, pointy, cuppy-holdy one. This is often the case when someone gets out a camera (except for the cup-holding bit). This leads to me to worry that in years to come, all that will be left of me will be a string of face-pulling photographs. It reminds me of the time I posed for a caricaturist as a kid. For some, inexplicable reason, I decided to pull a face throughout the sitting that I’d never done before or since. He picked up...