That’s crazy-talk when your best friend is a photographer, but there it is. Every time the shutter clicks I cringe and pray it turns out remotely appealing. Inevitably, it looks like a big smile surrounded by darkness. I know you don’t believe me, but it’s totally true.
“I thought Mondo was in this picture.”
“She is. That’s no shadow…that’s her face.”
Is it too much to ask to look like Naomi Campbell circa…well, any year, really? Hey, I said look like her, not act like her. Yes, she’s a nut-job, but that face, y’all…good lord!
Nevertheless, I digress.
Dave took me to the studio last week and shot 200 frames. Complete with a jacket and hat I felt totally at ease. I had no idea I’d feel so at home in chef’s attire. It seemed to protect me, somehow, from sluggish eyes and double chins.
See? This is me. Happiest. Baking. Baker.
My newfound photo-confidence drew an audience as I hammed it up for the camera. It was like an office party where everyone’s actually having fun. The only thing missing was ice cold beer. Now, I’m not saying I’m over my photo-issues; I’m saying there’s no mystery to taking good pictures. It’s simple…you have to be comfortable in your own skin.
Although, I’m not sure of my comfort level when this one was taken.