I’m trying to get my passport renewed, so I went to RiteAid for some new photos. I was relieved at the prospect of new pics, because when I got photos for my passport the first time around, I paid a ghastly amount for a travel agent in New Haven to take them. Imagine the horrors that can be produced when the picture is taken by someone 3 feet shorter than you, someone who has to point the camera almost directly upward toward your head. I’ve generally had pretty representative pictures all my life, but this one time wiped out anything I had “gotten away with” up to that point.
This time, though, my fate is equally bad, but differently so. The teen at RiteAid used a tiny digital camera about 1 1/2 feet from me, and man, is it ugly. Stringy hair, shadows all around my head from the flash (which also made my entire face shiny, thanks much), and purplish shadows around my eyes. I, round-cheeked girl and all that, look somewhat ill. When I got home, mortified, Sydney started explaining why wide-angle lenses are terrible for portraiture, and ended by telling me the perspective is all off, which is why my nose and mouth are disproportionately large. I hadn’t even gotten around to noticing that . . .