A picture surfaced of the book launch and I'm happy to report that I am only viewable from the back! This innocent comment had Madox asking why? (Actually, his precise words were "what are you, native?" - that made me giggle.) Alas, I have no religious or cultural reason for hating to have my picture taken. I am simply the most unphotogenic creature to ever exist. Seriously. Ever. More so than a diseased Tasmanian Devil (okay, maybe not, but you get the idea). I looked great in pictures when I was a kid - but I think that's just some biological imperative at work and nothing to do with me. As soon as I became awkward with glasses and (really really) bad teeth and chipmunk cheeks, I gave up on my modelling aspirations.
No matter who takes the picture, I always seem... wrong. You know, eyes too squinty, grin too wide, cheeks far too chipmunky. I'm all out of proportion and pictures seem to emphasise these flaws. I'm hoping that it's the pictures anyway, because if that's what I look like in real life... *shudders* I think the last set of pictures I took that I was actually happy with was from my eighteenth birthday and that's only because we re-shot every picture until I didn't look like a complete mess. Candid shots? Speak not of such evil.
I know this sounds really pathetic and low self-esteem and yadda yadda - but it really isn't. I don't particularly miss being the pretty girl - it always seemed to garner the wrong kind of attention anyway. There's nothing at all creepy about some old man telling you what a smart girl you are, what a clever girl you are, what a talented girl you are. I prefer my compliments to be about what I can do, not what I look like. And I most certainly prefer being behind a camera than in front of it. So if I am going to be in a picture? I'm more than happy to be shot from the back.
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