I was talking with people today about pictures. I had Chris take a nice picture of me for the local choir's program (I played cello for them a bit this past year). Since I didn't want to look like my usual sloppy self, I put on a bit of make-up, tossed on some concert black and hung a maroon sheet on the kitchen door as a back-drop (lovely though my door is). All year long, I've had people comment on my Glamour Shot and how they did a good job with my hair and make-up. I've been offended all year long.
My impression of Glamour Shots stems from the 80's when people I knew all had wind-swept pictures of themselves. This was done by a fan blowing their hair gently over their shoulder. I hated how the artificial breeze was captured forever in portrait form. I also hated the massive amounts of turquoise eye shadow, the hideously neon dresses and the not-so-subtle screaming red blush slopped on their cheeks. Gotta love the 80's!
My impression is now 20 years out of date. To remedy this fear of fake wind, which seems to be an unresolved issue, my next publicity picture will be taken with me doing my own make-up (again) possibly wearing black (again), hanging up another sheet (but not the Scooby-Doo ones, fun though they are) and having a fan set on high, massively blowing my hair (and small birds) over my shoulder. Bleh.
An Erinku:
Hair billowing
(though wind-less)
If Fabio can do it
so can I.
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