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Who is hiding behind the mask? What does it stand for?
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Does the rebel need a mask to hide behind?
When is the last time you went wild?
My mother thought I would be beaten up. She doesn't seem reassured that I didn't.
He seemed mesmerized as he studied the pattern on my face.
You make yourself ordinary so that the world accepts you.
I've done drag before, so I'm not a stranger to walking down the street in something a little odd but that's the first time people were almost indifferent.
Responses were minimal, breathing a uncontrollable curiosity in my opinion. I honestly lost track of the numbers of eyes focusing with mine.
... and he lip synced
"What are the lines your face",
so I blew him a kiss.
I love a concept of interconnections that doesn't scream politics or religion or social clubs, somethings that brings a little more mystery into people's lives.
The idea of a digital Maori is quite pleasing.
There were a number of times when I had to ask for directions, and the response I received enabled me to feel that my mask may have disappeared and I was simply accepted into the community.
The look feels very mechanical, the lattice work like a circuit board - take a picture with a smartphone and it brings up a list of preferred tastes.
"Not sure who this pair have been taking fashion advise from..."

(The Daily Mirror)
Reveal yourself.
I looked in the mirror, it wasn't me.
A new me was born.
It's almost an armour.
For me it builds confidence, as if you've already offered a blatant way for strangers to judge you from the off so it doesn't matter what you do next.
Sometimes I forget it's on my face, but when I get strange looks, I can relate to people who may have deformities, facial tattoos, or look out of the norm.
Security staff touched my face while questioning me.
Am I eager to conjure expectations of reactions from public?

Do I enjoy the thrill of what I perceive as individuality?

Do I like applying / removing the mask because of how it feels on my skin?

Do I like to experiment with contrast and threshold on a selfie?

The answer is yes to each of these, how much I emphasise on each question depends on a number of things: how good my daily costa at 7:30am tastes? how my daily emotions balance and stretch?

Recently I've made a decision to synchronize my involvement with an online community with elements of my daily routine. Why am I doing this?

Refer to the questions.
There is not a chance any persons would escape my presence.
I entered the public eye.
Conversations between myself and Unknown - throughout the night.
I placed the mask on when we arrived at Lancashire Railway Station. We witnessed the usual warm up reactions from a few travelers and residents, glimpse like a bad habit and head down.
Who will be next?
He encouraged her to look at me, like he was comparing our faces.
I wanted to ask her to describe the meaning of her tattoos to articulate a visual conversation.
Insecurities of each model are a driving force as the mask and tribe itself allows an eager audience to hide their own identities, to find unity within their differences. The placing of the masks feels familiar to that of your daily routine, despite it being oddly unfamiliar.

Is it possible that subconsciously the images have infiltrated our awareness?
He was completely unaware of his actual appearance as he didn't look in the mirror when the mask was on. That made him look like everything was normal, like he always had this mask on.
Lines crossing, like people crossing paths in life.
What is socially acceptable?
The mask fits me. I fit in.
It's like a scar on the outside, made visible for people to read.
Wearing a mask but trying to hide it.
The lines on your face are like a map. I'm loosing myself in you.
It's like hiding my identity, like being a super hero or a celebrity. You see the mask before you see the person behind it.
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am.
If the society and the media didn't present us with a set of ideals and stereotypes, would we accept people for what they are?
I felt disfigured. Made me realise what it may feel like to have some sort of disfigurement.
Breaking stereotypes by making us the same, wearing this mask.