When I was a child I remember going through photo albums looking at images of groups of faces staring back at me. I would be captivated by scenes from streets, looking at the people in the background – wondering where they were going, what they might have been thinking at that precise moment the picture was taken.
Other images showed views, or buildings, may be even a statue. Sure there were the obligatory images of people standing in front these things, but I was always more interested in what was happening around them rather than the person posing awkwardly with the fixed smile in front of the camera.
Often narcissism is mistaken – in my view – for confidence. But it appears to me that in many cases it is far from that. Often it is an attempt for reassurance or approvalPeter Harrison