My picture?

You want my picture?

This is for me.

I want my picture.

Like my picture?

What that picture? Yes.

Mine was that of Durga,

What was wrong with my picture?

Me in a paper.

That's not my picture.

Don't you like my picture?

Did you buy over my pictures?

How big will my photo be?

Don't take my picture. Okay, okay.

I'm not looking for my own reflection.

Elle est belle, eh? C'est moi.

Here's a picture of me and my family together.

Cleopatra, were you taking my picture?

My picture's in the paper. He recognized me.

You mean you saw my picture at... Yeah.

To take care of me means that I shall have my photograph in the papers.

Should I give you my profile?

I'm still waiting to see my picture in your paper, creep!

Mine was that of Durga, Durga the fearless one.

So I decided to create a piece which is a self portrait piece.

I placed my picture and a letter in with his ashes.

This is my favorite picture. This was just taken a few weeks ago.

You guys must be happy.

And that is exactly what causes the warping of my visual image.

You'll feel different when you see my picture in the papers.

General, allow me to redeem myself in your eyes.

In back of me is a picture of me when I was 17.

And there I am. This is a quite high powered X ray machine.

Watch how shiny the skin is you can see my reflection there.

She saw the money. She'll talk. And my picture's on file and so is Harry's and yours.

This is my favorite picture of consciousness that's ever been done.

Go back to this picture of me a million years ago.

I love the way that people will ask me, How big will my photo be?

I remember my image of you was that you were up on the shore yelling at me.

Ahh, that guy looks a little bit scary right there. That was my picture, we couldn't send video.

So, we were having a party, as you can see they're completely eclipsing me at this point.

And then I saw it could it be possible? my photo on a wall revealed by a burning car a pasting I'd done a year earlier an illegal one still there.

And that's me with Youssou N'Dour, onstage, having the time of my life.

It had become a part of my body, an extension of my senses, and after some time, it even became a part of my official image.

After I removed my hijab in 2006 (entirely by my choice, because I had been wearing it not because I agreed with it but of course because of the wishes of those around me), the university refused to change my picture under the same pretext, and until now I am fighting because of that...