The company I work for is launching their new website. Part of the website is a "People" page with our CVs and photos. They brought in a "professional" photographer to take our photos. I spent an hour (YES - a WHOLE hour) making sure my hair and makeup were presentable. An hour is a pretty big deal for me, with having a very limited amount of time to get ready in the morning before rushing to get Mitch to school. Every morning I run around packing Mitch's lunch and backpack, swearing "That's it - tonight I'm packing everything before we got to bed". Then every night I sit my ass on the couch, much like now, and surf the internet and watch AI (Go Adam!!) or Desperate Housewives, or Project Runway, or...well, you get the idea. Where was I? Right, the professional photographer. She had the fancy camera with the long lens and authoritative directives, "turn a little more to the left, lean forward, arms back, face down". That is about where it ended. How can someone who gets paid for doing this for a living take such horrible photos? We got the proofs today. I didn't get to choose which shot they are going to use. That's because my choice would have been to burn the lot. Over the years I've become an expert at having photos taken. I lift my chin up and to the side to e-l-o-n-g-a-t-e my neck for a slimming effect. Not in this photo. The photographer had me turn to the side from the hips, then lean forward, and tilt my head. The final result is something that resembles someone who has thrown their back out and is trying to find relief....with a triple chin. The photographer also kept saying "big smile big smile". I hate big smile. Some people do the big toothy grin well, I am not one of them. But she wouldn't let it go - BIG SMILE PLEASE. The only consolation is that everyone else looked just as heinous. The guy that sits next to me has a double chin in his photo, and he is totally fit and in shape. I'm really trying to blame the whole thing on the photographer. Then again, maybe I'm just not that photogenic.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Professional photos
The company I work for is launching their new website. Part of the website is a "People" page with our CVs and photos. They brought in a "professional" photographer to take our photos. I spent an hour (YES - a WHOLE hour) making sure my hair and makeup were presentable. An hour is a pretty big deal for me, with having a very limited amount of time to get ready in the morning before rushing to get Mitch to school. Every morning I run around packing Mitch's lunch and backpack, swearing "That's it - tonight I'm packing everything before we got to bed". Then every night I sit my ass on the couch, much like now, and surf the internet and watch AI (Go Adam!!) or Desperate Housewives, or Project Runway, or...well, you get the idea. Where was I? Right, the professional photographer. She had the fancy camera with the long lens and authoritative directives, "turn a little more to the left, lean forward, arms back, face down". That is about where it ended. How can someone who gets paid for doing this for a living take such horrible photos? We got the proofs today. I didn't get to choose which shot they are going to use. That's because my choice would have been to burn the lot. Over the years I've become an expert at having photos taken. I lift my chin up and to the side to e-l-o-n-g-a-t-e my neck for a slimming effect. Not in this photo. The photographer had me turn to the side from the hips, then lean forward, and tilt my head. The final result is something that resembles someone who has thrown their back out and is trying to find relief....with a triple chin. The photographer also kept saying "big smile big smile". I hate big smile. Some people do the big toothy grin well, I am not one of them. But she wouldn't let it go - BIG SMILE PLEASE. The only consolation is that everyone else looked just as heinous. The guy that sits next to me has a double chin in his photo, and he is totally fit and in shape. I'm really trying to blame the whole thing on the photographer. Then again, maybe I'm just not that photogenic.
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It's totally the photographer-- all it takes is a little lighting, or some photoshop and you'd have no double chin. When my husband did his, they gave him a cd with the photos on it and he got to choose one. Maybe they just need a Sears here so they can take you there to get your headshots...oh, oh- did something in the back of my head just shout Glamour Shots? Ouch.audat
hee hee! the description of your mornings sound just like mine (running around trying to get ready while swearing that tonight i'm going to get all organized to avoid the same situation tomorrow morning...but it never happens)
FGIS - she had no lighting with her, that was my first clue. I saw her email with the proofs that said she is going to retouch the final shots, I can only hope...
Dana - Yeah, I can't seem to get it together at night. I'm going to have to change my routine though, out of necessity.
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