When my friend, and local photographer Matthew Collins, emailed earlier this week and said that he was working on a new portrait project, it was as if the chocolate rivers of food heaven flooded and allowed me to slurp-bathe in their glorious waters.
Not because I'm a
t-shirt picture whore freak (which, I am), but because I'm currently with mustache (it's for this weekend's upcoming Hogs Guy appearance). And I L-O-V-E my mustache. If only because it's the most ridiculous looking thing in the world.
So yesterday I ran over to Matthew's studio and we had a little photo shoot.
I'm glad to say that I'm now offering my modeling skills at a modest rate of about a thousand dollars per hour. It's not a bad deal, really. For all that money, you get some awesome neck creases, a mustache and freckles. And as you can see, I've got quite the range. I can be reeeeeally serious. And I can be quite confused.
And there's more where that came from. But I don't think the world is quite ready for them. Yet. Seriously, I saw most of them and it was barely bearable.
What do you say rich photographers and clients? I think I'm ready!