Aside from the Instagram selfies, I’m not the girl you’ll find elbowing her way in front of the camera lens.
However, on very rare occasion, and with only a select few of my most trusted photographers, I’ll gussy up and act like a giggly lunatic for the sake of refreshing the pictures I need to use professionally. When I say that I’m a “giggly lunatic”, I mean that after every sound of the shutter, I melt into a puddle of ridiculously tacky jokes and an abundance of self-snorting.
Most recently, I had the pleasure of spending what should have been one but turned into four hilarious hours at a shoot with the super talented Rosemary Watson. I say super talented because it takes a lot of patience, technical skill and dry, backup underpants to get decent shots of me. Don’t be fooled though. Even though I look well-poised and composed and not like a complete dingle berry, behind-the-scenes?
I AM A COMPLETE DINGLE BERRY BEHIND-THE-SCENES!
Sometimes I can sell it though. Some. Times. ::smoke:: ::mirrors:: ::farts::
But in all seriousness, if you are in the Phoenix Metro area and in need of self-portraits, I highly suggest checking out Rosemary Watson.