Friday, March 02, 2007
Nothing Like an Old Headshot
Yeah, I confess. That's moi. Way back when. The years do go by, now, don't they?
I'm doing a blog entry for Orange County Romance Writers of America's blog, A Slice of Orange, giving "advice to my newbie self." So I dug up this old headshot so I can show, like ya know, me, then.
Well, first let me tell you, my hair never looked like that in real life. I went to one of those glamour photo studios for that one and had the "instant makeover" before they took my picture. I actually kind of like the makeup job. But the hair involved a lot of teasing and spraying, neither of which are--or were--the true me. I would call that an error in judgment. I mean, why have a publicity photo of yourself wearing someone else's hair? Goes under the heading, Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time, I guess.
As to the dress and the, er, faux pearls. Well, I loved that dress and those fake pearls went with it just dandy. The dress was kind of a mauvy-purple color. It was a wrap dress and the hem of it flowed and lifted in such a way that it resembled the petals of a flower. Shoulder pads for days--a fashion must at the time, trust me.
Yeah. The dress and fake pearls and makeup are fine. I could live with them. It's the hair that ruined that shot. Made it so I never wanted to use the picture and rarely did. And my publisher didn't seem to like it much, either. Before I got the "professional" headshot above, I had sent them a snapshot of myself taken on the sidewalk outside my tiny California bungalow. They liked the snapshot better and used it often. I don't think they once used the one with someone else's hair. In retrospect, I like the snapshot better, too. Can't find it in my overflowing "old photo" drawer, but I know it was from this series...
Okay, a little self-absorbed looking. But hey. I was self-absorbed. Still am. Surprise, surprise. On the plus side, the badly-cut hair is natural and I look like someone at least semi-real.
Ah, the old days. I don't miss them. I like me now. I've worked hard to be...me. Now. But I do look back on them with a certain dreamy-eyed fondness...