More (Late Night) Photos
Originally published at Elizabeth Genco. You can comment here or there.
Subject line psych-out!
I probably ought not be posting at 3 am, as I was in what Mr. Wood might call “a mood” all day today. (Y’know one of those scenes where it’s like one long string of shatterkissed stubbed fingers from morning ’til night? Like that.)
(Whatever, it’s over.)
So, Lindsay Miller is a talented photographer and beautiful soul living in Tucson, AZ, which is where all the cool peeps seem to be living these days. (Waitaminute - what am I talking about? My peeps been there for years. Oh yeah, 3 a.m.)
Lindsay has been working her way through portrait-ing nearly all of Kendall’s new certified coaches, because we all love her and she is just “wicked good,” as we say up North (i.e., nowhere near Arizona). So when I was in Tucson a few weeks ago, I dropped by her studio for new Marketing Goddess shots…
I did not, however, make it over to Endicott West. BAH. Better planning next time. (No worries - at least 2 visits to Tucson in the offing in 2010, so there.)
Photo shoots are interesting. I was telling Seth last week that once upon a time (think 2001, 2002), I had the magic touch, shall we say, for hold-the-camera-out-in-front-of-you-style Internet shots. (You know, the kind that end up on a Warren Ellis message board.) Somewhere along the line, however - I think it may have been shortly before or after I quit my soul-sucking job - such photos sunk into the unflattering depths.
Vestiges of the descent can still be found on my Flickr feed here and there, though I made most of them private and deleted a bunch of others. Now, when I want to mark time, I have the professionals do it.
Anyway, back to “interesting.” When Lindsay’s shots came in, I sent them around to several trusted advisers for their learned opinions. I received about a zillion opinions. There was no consistent thread to said opinions at all. My favorite is actually this one, which I think one other person liked. (Okay, maybe two.)
One of the “gorgeous coaches” said I looked wistful. I don’t get that at all. I’m just marveling at how Lindsay managed to capture that expression, when I don’t think anyone else ever has, ever. Go, Lindsay.
On my personal agenda for 2010: headshots with Peter Hurley.