Sometimes, while Andrew and I are taking photos, I think I have this gorgeous Giselle face thing or something and I am just feeling the moment. Like I am auditioning for America’s Next Top Model or something. I am working the angles, I’m finding my light, I’m gazing appropriately off into the sunset and I’m like BAM! BAM! BAM! Pose after pose. It never fails that when I am in that BAM! BAM! working my angles zone I, in fact, look like a complete cad. In fact, I’d say that I look like a tool. I normally realize this after about half the photos have been taken. Then I try and compensate for my said toolness-looking photos that I do nothing but laugh at myself and never get a decent photo. This is one of those said times. The first half of photos I was just posing, posing, posing and totally rocking my angles. Except not at all. I just looked like a tool.
Pants: Nordstrom Rack (exact)
Shoes: Jessica Simpson (exact)
White Top: Joe Fresh (exact)
Purse: Michael Kors (exact)
People ask me if it’s weird to take photos in public. Yes. 100% yes. It is the weirdest thing to have people walk past you as you fake laugh, try and find your angles, have your boyfriend take photos of your shoes, etc. People either assume you are a complete vain tool or think you are taking senior photos. Thankfully this doesn’t bother Andrew at all but it totally bugs me. I’m a *little* bit better about it than I used to be. I used to run off my with tripod the moment I saw a person appear in my photo taking area. That was ridiculously exhausting.
So what are your photo stories? How many times do you think you are just killing it in photos and realize you look awful? Have people commented on you taking outfit photos?