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So Neil Gaiman posts some pictures of himself and the fans respond:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/officialgaiman/190852.html?thread=2633348#t2633348
I love the comments here...hee! D'ya think he even realizes or did he do it on purpose? I can't say that struck me when I read Neverwhere, but I don't think my copy had a photo.
(edit: 10/23/05 - The entry is gone now, but had to do with someone reading the character description of the main character and then turning and looking at Neil's photo on the back of the book. [photos referred to are here] He looks exactly like the description. ;) )
From the may 16, 2001 entry, when Neil's recounting a photo shoot for American Gods:
As the shoot wound down, Jeff and I got to chat a little. "How would you like me to make you look?" he asked. "Brooding, mysterious, scary, friendly -- what kind of impression are you trying to give?"
I thought for a moment, and realised that I had no idea. "Could you make me look surprisingly fuckable for a writer, please?"
He laughed (and so did the rest of the crew) and said he'd do his best.
And we wrapped up the shoot, then I ate and drove another three hours back.
Actually, I'd settle for brooding.
Really, I'd settle for not very goofy.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/officialgaiman/190852.html?thread=2633348#t2633348
I love the comments here...hee! D'ya think he even realizes or did he do it on purpose? I can't say that struck me when I read Neverwhere, but I don't think my copy had a photo.
(edit: 10/23/05 - The entry is gone now, but had to do with someone reading the character description of the main character and then turning and looking at Neil's photo on the back of the book. [photos referred to are here] He looks exactly like the description. ;) )
From the may 16, 2001 entry, when Neil's recounting a photo shoot for American Gods:
As the shoot wound down, Jeff and I got to chat a little. "How would you like me to make you look?" he asked. "Brooding, mysterious, scary, friendly -- what kind of impression are you trying to give?"
I thought for a moment, and realised that I had no idea. "Could you make me look surprisingly fuckable for a writer, please?"
He laughed (and so did the rest of the crew) and said he'd do his best.
And we wrapped up the shoot, then I ate and drove another three hours back.
Actually, I'd settle for brooding.
Really, I'd settle for not very goofy.