Just had my portrait taken for my blog.
Let me just say that it is a very humbling experience to look at 85 close-ups of your face and have to pick the least offensive one. Oh, man.
I’m going to take this opportunity to take something someone else experience and make it all about myself. While I haven’t done any elaborate photoshoots for the BOH (though I am sure my debonair visage is the reason people go there), I do remember the photoshoot I did for my headshots when I was a freshman in college.
I was young, pretty, and full of confidence. I also had a leather jacket, earrings, and lips poutier than a dozen old ladies filled with collagen. Looking back on the photos, as I did this week while packing for the upcoming move, is just kind of embarrassing. Some shots looked great. Perhaps, if used, I could have been utilized as a young James Dean…rebellious, causeless. Others looked completely ridiculous; me trying to be “warm” for commercial headshots is not something that should ever be foisted onto society. In any situation.