Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Headshots are horrible things. Maybe not for some, but for me. Back in the day, a good headshot could get you in the door - get you that audition that could change your life. I don't think casting directors even looked at resumes. After all, that would have required them to read. We all know that's not gonna happen. So the headshot played the starring role. I hated getting them done. I was one of those actors who just didn't really like having my picture taken. There was too much stress involved. What am I going to wear? Will I look brooding and sexy or cute and happy? When they shot on film? Forget about it. You'd always be taking your chances!
Richie is a great photographer. I mean you should see the shots he does. But for some reason, every time someone needs a head shot of me now, mostly for publicity, I can NEVER find one I like. We've tried - repeatedly. I have no doubt that it has to do with my advancing age. But really? That's the best I can do? I think perhaps the last few years may have stresssed me out a tad. I know when I get stress and sleep deprived, my face goes into attack mode! It hurts me to look in the mirror. So maybe now that I'm a little more relaxed about life and with my newfound interest in working out, I'll schedule a session in front of the lens. Maybe I'll just tell him to put gauze in front of the lens and call it a day. We'll see.
Come have a great lunch or dinner with us. You'll love the salads in the case. I'm especially fond of the farro and lady peas. Have a nice day.