As someone who has been traveling a great deal lately I’d like to make the unoriginal observation that wherever you go, there you are. It’s also the case that wherever you go someone will be making a “selfie.” Selfies—self portraits—are the undeniable proof that you have been somewhere. In their current widespread form, whether in front of the Grand Canyon or the Eiffel Tower, and replete with selfie sticks and camera phones, they represent a dumbing down for the masses of the solipsistic narcissism represented by Cindy Sherman and others in the fin de siecle years of the twentieth century. Or maybe people are just full of themselves? I am shown in here in an iPhone selfie wearing a gray wig with my cap perched on top via the iPhone Lo-Mob app.