There’s a picture of each roommate (me and another dude) on the fridge. I used to have a picture of me and my last GF on the fridge too, but things got pretty bitter between us and I took it down.
I have (…counting…) seventeen framed pictures of friends and family hanging on my living room walls. Most are portraits, but a few are casual shots. I’m in one casual shot with my boyfriend from a vacation we took together, so yes, apparently I do put up pictures of myself.
Oddly enough, I have a pic of Queen Tonya and her bf on my fridge. No, I really do.
Of me: I’ve got a couple of dozen family pix on the mantlepiece, and I appear in a few of them; plus there’s one pic of me alone, taken about 20 years ago, mixed in there.
At work, I’ve got mostly vacation shots – including a pic of me and my BIL on a roller coaster. The person who took it snapped the camera at exactly the right moment – it’s a really cool pic.
Shouldn’t everyone? 
I’m an art person. Pictures of me staring at me would creep me out. I would feel surrounded.
I never did when I was single. Now I’m in a family portrait or two but even they are just in an upstairs bedroom or something, not prominently over the mantle.
Reminds me, we were looking at a house a decade back and it was being sold by a young, but not newlywedded, couple. Gah, not only had she decorated EVERYTHING inside in black and white only, she’d also covered the foreplace and most walls downstairs with large, and I do mean large, wedding pictures of just her. No couple shots, no groups, just freakin’ big ol’ pictures of her.
While I knew from a phone conversation that she had a husband, there was no real evidence in their house that he did in fact exist.
We have quite a few pictures of my husband and I up around our house, but none of them are in prominent places where guests would necessarily see them. We have a few wedding pictures up in the office/den. On our bedroom wall there’s a grouping of photos from our Florida vacation. One of them is of my husband and I in front of Cinderella’s castle. There’s another picture of us at Epcot somewhere. Couple more wedding pictures in the guest bedroom. I do have one picture of myself in my office at work. It’s of me holding my niece. It’s there because Grace is in it, not because I am. She gave it to me for Christmas. 
I do have one photo of just myself on display, but it is in a 2-photo frame opposite a picture of my dad: the one of him is recent and he’s playing a pipe organ, the one of me is very old and I’m playing a piano. He has been an organist since before I was born and I’ve been playing the piano since I was 7, so when I finally got a picture of him at the organ I dug out the one of me at the piano (I’m 7 or 8 in it). The photos are side-by-side, and in the one of him he’s facing right and in the one of me I’m facing left. How could I not put those two together?
Other than that one, though, no photos of me. I have my parents, my grandparents, and miscellaneous aunts, uncles, cousins, cousins’ children, and friends’ children, but none of me. If my boyfriend and I ever have our picture taken together I’ll probably frame it (if I don’t hate myself in it) and bring it to work, but that’s about it.
I used to have one picture of me and my fiancé hanging on the fridge where I saw it every day; I removed it now that we live together and I can see him “live”
There’s one other picture of me that I have hanged on the wall everywhere I lived. My ex, who is still a good friend, took the picture in Paris and it is my favourite picture for many reasons. In the picture, I have some rice on my hand, and you can see about 10 little birds pecking and flying around my hand. I look at the birds in pure, pure delight. I didn’t even know the picture was taken, and it is a memory of not only a happy moment in my life, but several similar happy moments.
Otherwise, I don’t have any pictures hanging. I don’t want pictures of my parents on my wall, and I’d feel weird if my parents visited and saw pictures of other people hanging up, but not their own pictures. So now I hang postcards that I got from people I want to remember, instead of pictures. I can alsway say I have them hanging because of the artwork.
I’m in a number of the framed snapshots I have out, they are all group shots with friends or family. My MIL gave me a framed photo (like the JC Penney studio kind) of Mr. Del and his brothers when they were toddlers. I thought this was cute, so I found one of my brother and I at about the same age and display them together. When I look at them, it’s not so much like I’m looking at pictures of myself, it’s more like looking at everything that was wrong (but oh so fabulous) about dressing up little kids in the 1970s – gotta love those wide wale corduroy leisure suits.
I cannot be photographed and do not cast a reflection. 
Seriously, though, any photos of me are part of family shots. We had family portraits done in black and white and they look great.
We have a lot of pictures of our kids and family scattered around our home, plus a great picture of Mr. AdoptaMom and myself that a photographer friend took years ago. I was a little uncomfortable putting the one of us up, but she did such a great job of capturing our personalities. It’s a black and white photo of us that she hand tinted.
I have a group of individual portraits of me, my husband and our parents; each one taken when the subject was about 18 years old. It’s mostly our high-school graduation pictures. My parents were high-school sweethearts, and I have their colorized portraits, each one signed at the bottom corner as a gift to the other. My husband’s father is in his Navy uniform and resembles a young Elvis.
That’s the only individual picture of me I have on display. I have several photos on the wall of me with my family. I don’t think that’s unusual.
I don’t. I suppose if I had a girlfriend and we had a picture of us that we liked I would be willing to put it up, but none of that is so at the moment and a picture of just me would be creepy
I have a lot of pictures of my siblings’ weddings and children along with various other relatives, so that’s what most of the photos are. Our own wedding picture is in the bedroom. But here is a list of photographs that include me in our hall o’ pictures:
A double set of me and my husband in a wooded area in New York state
One of us as newlyweds sitting by a river in England
A family photo of us at my brother’s wedding–kids age 3 and 9 months
One of me as a toddler, lying on the couch trying to read Thomas More, 'cause I was so cute
So they’re not portraits or anything (we never do portraits, actually), but pictures that remind us of special times that I happen to be in.
My BIL and SIL make me laugh, because they are forever getting Sears portraits done of their daughter. There are now at least 4 in the living room, and if you go in the hall, it’s a veritable shrine to the child, with framed pictures all along the shelf (as well as several of other family members). She’s only 3, and though she is quite cute, it’s a little much. What will it be like when she’s 12??
I don’t like having my picture taken at all, so there aren’t all that many photos of me around, and certainly none on display in my place. I think my father has one of my high school pictures somewhere, and I’m in a few family portraits that are on display in other family members’ homes, but that’s it. The only photos I have up in my apartment are various pictures of my niece and nephew, and one shot of my brother’s whole family.
I prefer prints of Elmore paintings, cartoon sketches, and the occasional poster or map.
Nope, none at all of me. I only have two pictures hung and only one of them could really be considered art. You could describe my decorating style as Spartan or non-existant. I wouldn’t even consider putting up a picture of me. Like you said, I know what I look like.
Is it just me, or does that sound vaguely dirty?
I’m not big on pictures of people (that’s my hard and fast rule for art on my walls - no people in the pictures, ever - we have a very nice collection of prints of cougar pictures). The only people pictures I have on display in the living room are of my husband and I - a nicely-framed wedding picture, a posed picture of us at one of our first Christmas parties together, and soon to be a posed picture of us at a recent Christmas party.
Downstairs in our more private media room we have a few pictures of family and a big posed picture of my husband and I that was a gift from his parents. I look terrible in it, so it is covering a hole in the wall in a room we never go into (beside the media room, that is. We go into the media room all the time.)
You’ve got me wondering about myself, now - I really don’t want pictures of friends and family all over my walls. I like to look at them in albums, but not on my walls as decoration.
(Your wife really is lovely, Spoons.)
I think a small picture in the bedroom in a little family group. Except for a few in my bedroom, I don’t have photo’s of people through my house.
I don’t have any of me, but I have 6 pictures/drawings/cartoons relating to my dog.
