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[sanura]

Andy took a bunch of headshots last night after I got home from the Scenes dress rehearsal, when I still had my hair all Greek (the director made the decision, or believe me it would have been out of the question). I hadn't done the makeup for the run, but mama told me to for the picture, so I did. And sat there for headshots. They're required for the publicity board. Mama went to get them printed this morning. I have such cooperative relatives. It's amazing how much I hate sitting and being taken pictures of, as an event. I'm fine with candid shots when I don't know the camera's there, but being in front of the camera for the sake of looking like yourself is... ugh. I guess it's another kind of performance, but it's unbelievably uncomfortable. It feels dishonest. I can't smile on command. Luckily, Andy is funny.

I think they look all right, averaging out the discomfort with Andy's photographic skill; it doesn't really look like me, but then, what picture of me does? I'm surprised by the mirror, most of the time. At least you can see the gray hairs in the color one.

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[spectralmercy.livejournal.com]

Whoa. Totally unexpected hair. The shots look good, even though I think you're right in that they don't look quite like you.