That Not-So-Marvelous Face

The joys of headshots.

I am sure I am not the only actor who finds it tremendously difficult and uncomfortable to sit in front of a camera for three hours to get "the" headshot to use across a myriad of genres and projects.

I particularly hate the process because I often feel like I should be in a bell tower hanging out with pigeons and gargoyles. I took my first "big boy" headshots last year and the experience was relatively painless. I felt like I looked like a tool in many of them.

I spent three hours outdoors this morning/afternoon fressing my hands and nose off (no doubt I will look like Rudolph in many of them). However, the photog was amazingly congenial and patient and definitley interested in getting the best shot for me. He showed me some of them every once in a while. I cringed every time I saw myself. Loved the composition, but thought I looked a fool. I wish I could just relax and let go and just DO IT. I started out like gangbusters but deflated as we went on. I could tell I was not giving him what he needed which just made me second guess everything.

I would rather sing for a panel of 6 Broadway cognescenti than take photos. But I need them. I need a set to help me transition into the next phase of wherever it is this crazy career is leading me.

I am trepidatiously looking forward to seeing what the photog weeds out as passable and hoping I can find at least two different shots I can use.

Show is still going well. Wished there was more marketing behind it and that all the intentions were fully realized, but such is the beast.