Inspired by Sean O'pry's way too perfect ZARA Spring 2010 ad.
The "Julian", my grandfather's watch and my favorite bracelets.
Photographed by Lesley
So Lesley knows that I still haven't warmed up enough for her lenses to be able to capture great pictures of me...
I'm not the best-looking person in town and it takes a master photographer to fake that I'm good-looking.
Of course we all want to be model-perfect when in front of the camera, but I guess it's not always possible, especially in my case (smug face).
I was channeling the "I'm so hot, I can't even close my mouth anymore" look and I look like I just farted. I swear, you could hear it, right, while your looking at me and my photo? And it sounds something like a big prrrfffttttt...
Hey, at least it appeals to more than one of your senses and that makes an experience (Oh crap, my humanities professors would nod their heads at this).
I crack myself up.
I think I need modeling lessons...You know, from people who look awesome in front of the camera. Then again, if this is what nature has given me, I guess I gotta work it. Beauty is in the inside anyway....It's just too bad people can't see it! hahahahaha.
No, seriously, I have to warm myself up to Lesley more so that we could produce photos that seem real and good to look at.
I challenge you, Lesley, my sweet, sweet, talented photographer to capture me in my best moments.
I think my mom would be a very good photographer of me. She's an amazing photographer when it comes to me and my sister. And that's cause I guess she knows us the most and knows our best features and when to snap the right shot.
I am truly a model wannabe. To the models, the real ones, I praise you for doing such an amazing (and tough) job. It's one of the world's most intimidating situations and jobs to be in and I really admire them for doing impeccably well.