I want to discuss some of the "women's pain". As you already understood, it will be about how much men love to photograph their women. However, in my case, this is my brother.
To entrust photographing myself to a man is possible only for a very big love. For example, like the love of my brother and me. Because only this reason can compensate for all tears over the resulting shots. You cannot hope for the desired result, even after giving detailed instructions and explaining what should be in the picture. Most likely, from the phone screen you will see an unfamiliar woman with a circumcised head, blurred limbs and nailed to the surf.
In the understanding of a man, a suitable foreshortening is one where you and your outstanding forms are not visible. If at the same time all the other parts of the body resemble the agony of a May bug - it does not matter. After the third shot, he gets tired, he cannot do all my ideas, he sweats, gets nervous and so on. It shows how the battery runs out, hands drop and the phone drops out of them. Light, angle - what is it? I have half of the phone stuffed with pictures, where I look like Kim, to be more precise, her Kardashian is nothing compared to the airship that was formed in me.
Another half of the photos I'm like a character from the films about the expulsion of demons. If I post all these photos, then you can blog about the zombie apocalypse. Moreover, the content will be very natural. But as my brother and sister are native people, I still thank him steadily for the result. Confess, like to take pictures?

Warmly,
Yana