It was a dark and stormy night when we met for our close up, Mr. DeMille. Not really. It was a bright and sunshiny afternoon at Castro & Market. David posed us on a red cafe table (but of course) at Jane Warner Plaza. That's where the naked men hang out. No naked humanoids that day though.
The table was full of ginger items, including me. Gingersnaps in three shapes, ginger root, ginger tea, ginger ale. Ginger, ginger, ginger. We were seated behind this plethora, smiling. Little did I know I would have to keep smiling for TWO HOURS. Friends who model or take photos of models say that's nothing. We got off lucky. Four hours is more like it--and you should bring a book or iPod or both. Not having been a model, I just brought me.
Me got pretty bored pretty fast. At first Rich, David's friend shooting us, tried typical hand on the chin glamour shots. I always wonder about those kinds of author photos. Is the author's head so full of BIG thoughts that one (or both) hands have to help hold it up? Anyway, it wasn't a good look for either of us, especially me.
I was having a hard time not eating the cookies so suggested we toss them for the photo. David liked that idea so he and I began throwing cookies up in the air and staring at them, amazed. We were supposed to look amazed because in the shot the cookies would be suspended in mid-air. Very conceptual. If you look at the book (please look at the book), you'll see that it does work. Cookies mid-air, two sets of amazed eyes. Our mouths open in amazement. I admit I tried to catch one or two. Even more amazing was how many times we had to throw those damn cookies into the ozone before we mastered speed, height, and eye to cookie coordination. But finally Rich and David approved a shot and I buried my head on the table in celebration, eating cookies.
David joined in and Rich took shots of us. Voila, le back jacket photo. My hair never looked better.
Writing this has made me hungry. Off to Whole Foods for gingersnaps!
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