Last week I had my first real photoshoot. You might argue that I caved in, and, in a way, I know I did. But too much lately has been communicating to me that, if I want to keep trying out for parts for the stage, maybe even some parts for the screen, I would need some professional shots of me to send out. At the very least, I'd need a headshot in which I look like me, the way other people see me -- with medium-length hair (which is my preference these days) and without glasses (which, thanks to the magic of contact lenses, I'm also growing to like). So I want to give a gentle, friendly "Sucks to you" to the idealist DIY critics out there. (I still love you guys, though. Call me.)
But I also want to bid a warm farewell to my very first actor headshot, directed and orchestrated by yours truly, with my own tripod and my own camera and lenses, and observed and taken expertly by my girlfriend, to which I owe an immeasurable quantity of thanks.
Goodbye to you, my goofy, four-eyed wonder!