no eye smiles

Jon is much better at this than me. Look at those eyes! He is selling that sweater! Or he is staring deeply into your soul.


I don't mind admitting that I like reality shows. Modeling/fashion based reality shows. But for all the shows I've watched--ANTM, Petra's "Model Life," Project Runway, The Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency, 10th and Ocean (Don't you judge!)--models are constantly whining about how "hard" their job is. And yeah, if Tyra's making you hold a tarantula between your teeth while being dangled above a pit of stilettos WHILE frozen in a block of ice, that might be difficult. But real modeling is usually a simple recipe of a cat-like pouty face, an eastern European pedigree and a diet of red bull and cigarette butts. Easy. At least that's what I thought. I met Jon for lunch a few days ago, and also decided to take some pictures of a bunch of sweaters I'm posting on the etsy shop. It had to be done, and how hard could it be? I don't have a Slovakian cat-like face, so I had Jon cut my head out of the pictures. 15 minutes later I felt embarrassed, frumpy, and very JC Penney catalog-esque. There was no face involved, and yet I struggled. I just felt so dumb, standing on a sidewalk getting my pictures taken between joggers on the sidewalk. It was a tortorous, humbling experience. I hate it when Tyra is right.