I viscerally hate having my photo taken and only stopped running away from Nikola at parties when I realized it made things worse. So after using a candid photo Uncle Grambo took at a party as a contributor's photo for the last three years or so, I sucked it up and went to get a headshot. I'm not very photogenic to begin with, but I have an almost Pavlovian response to cameras that involves scowling, looking for someone taller to hide behind (not difficult), then, if that doesn't work, trying to smile and managing something closer to a grimace while looking as if someone's slowly twisting my arm behind my back and I'm trying to hide the pain. It's not pretty--literally or figuratively.
But I've gotten a lot of compliments on Paul Sarkis' headshots that I've been using for DealBreaker press--probably because I don't look overtly hostile in them. Paul is awesome.
And now I won't have to do that for another 5 or 10 years at least. I figure passport photo expiration is a good standard for that sort of thing.
Posted by Elizabeth Spiers at March 27, 2006 02:53 PM