I’m jealous of photogenic people. My friends tell me that I look perfectly normal until someone mentions a camera. As the person snapping the picture says, “Cheese,” my facial muscles spasm and contort, my eyes frantically blink like a telegraph, and instead of shining smiles, I look more like I just stubbed toe. There are plenty of pictures of me that, at first glance, one might think that I had just been asked to complete some trigonometry questions at gunpoint or face a sober evening networking with people trying to sell me insurance or timeshares. When I met Sarah Morciglio of Vibrant Image Photography, I couldn’t help but mention this to her.
“My face resists pictures. My friends have proof; they’ve threatened to make a collage of photos that showcase my picture face. It’s awful,” I said.
“Really? I don’t believe that. And they’re your friends? That’s harsh.”
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"Pictures are fun. Just have fun. I insist that all my clients have fun."
It's good advice, but I don't know that's going to stop my picture face (a mangled version Edvard Munch's Scream.)
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