Ah, the author photo. It’s that time again for me. Actually it’s been that time for about the last five years. My last one was around 2009. And before that, it was late 2006. Back in the day I believed author photos had to be taken pretty much every other year. But you have to spend money to get really good, professional photos, and it becomes a big investment. Then there’s the age thing. Headshots become a very public document of one’s aging. Vanity AND pocketbook? That’s a double whammy.
But there are few things sadder than a bad author photo. Even well-known authors have been known to have some stinkers (these are not recent, thank the clouds). And here’s a funny essay/list by publisher Chris Emery of Salt Books on how to take a bad author photo.
When you get a really good, classic photo of yourself, it’s hard to let go of it. (One bestselling author used hers for a dozen years and it became an industry joke.) The next photo might not age well. I love the photos my last photographer, Jay Fram, took. I was feeling very confident, which I think makes for better photos, don’t you? A bit of confidence helps any awkward occasion. And having one’s photo taken can be incredibly awkward.
This time I’m not feeling so confident. My fifties have hit me pretty hard. My forties were everything one’s forties should be. I was very active, my career as a novelist was just beginning. And I had that lovely pre-perimenopausal glow. The glow that engenders a particular biological come hitherness that’s so attractive in women of childbearing age. Hormones! Get all your necessary hormones right here! But I’ll be damned if all of my come hither glowy hormones didn’t seem to flee at once, taking my desire to remain fit and sassy with them. Clothes have become about disguising rather than enhancing. I have lumpy bits where I never had them before. Terminally dry eyes keep me from wearing contacts now, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to wear my glasses in a photo because I change glasses every one or two years because I get bored with them. Who wants to see five-year-old glasses on a five-years-younger face? I’ll take the younger, thanks, and leave the glasses.
I have one month before I meet with the photographer–a new one. She takes lovely portraits, and I’m excited to work with her. This time, given my visible pores, ugh! age spots, and scant eyebrows–not to mention that whole wrinkly neck thing–oh, and what’s with the eye makeup looking all weird on over-50 eyes?–I’ve hired a stylist. Yes, a stylist. They’ll do my hair and makeup. My big worry is that I won’t look like me. I’m used to looking like me. I don’t want to see a stranger in my official photo. I never was a glamour shots devotee. That’s not to say that’s what I’m doing. It just feels weird. Apparently I’m also getting a blow out of my hair.
About a year ago I decided to find out what a blow out is. There are blow out bars everywhere–in cities, anyway. You know what a blow out is? I was surprised to find it’s pretty much what my grandmother was getting back in the 1960s. You get your hair washed and styled with special product to make the style last up to a week. For you youngsters out there, that’s exactly what women used to do. Only the product used was Dippity-Do, and the hair was teased and set with a dense layer of Aqua Net. The style, with careful maintenance, would last about a week. Sound familiar? The product is different, and the styling tools are different, but the result is basically the same. Minus the helmet head, of course. Hair product has come a long way. At least I’m not afraid of the blow out part. Here’s link called What You Need to Know About Getting a Blow Out.
The link is four years old. Because blow outs have been around forever, only they’ve been called different things. And I am old and haven’t been in the market for random hair styling.
Here are my previous author photos. Actually, the first on shouldn’t really count because it’s not an author photo, but a business headshot I had done when I started my copywriting business in the early oughts. I included it because it’s standard for the era. There was an earlier one that my husband called–not very fondly–Laura The Q-Tip Head. I pray that every copy of that photo has disappeared forever, and am grateful it was never on the Internet.
Tell me all your tips for getting wonderful photos! It’s been a while for me. Are there author photos you particularly like? I’m all ears.
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