I was out of town for two days for a photo shoot. I was not the “shooter” but rather the “shootee.” Oh my gosh is right. Oh my gosh is right. The combination of trepidation, embarrassment, self-consciousness and egads-ness all wrapped up into the same very long extended moment (an entire day!). I always oddly wondered what it was like to have those round light reflector thingees trained on a subject in professional photo shoots. Well, I wonder no more… they are hot. Bloody hot. Hahaha. I can laugh about this now, as I did later in the day of the shoot as well, but I started off the morning with a serious amount of anxiety… I can’t say much more about this at the moment. The results might be so shockingly bad that it will never make it to the public eye… but we won’t know for months so don’t hold your breath. And bad results wouldn’t be the fault of the photographer, stylist or their phalanx of assistants… more likely the real cause would be the incredibly outrageous amount of middle aged fat that has gathered around my neck area that would make me the perfect candidate for one of those “before” shots for some dubious cosmetic surgeon. Now I completely understand the concept of unflattering angles. I actually had a great time. Thank you to the totally professional crew of folks that chose to endure a day with a suddenly insecure Marketman. Keep tuned for more information on this adventure, but for now, the sneak preview photo above was snapped by one of my own crew in between “takes” for the real thing. Notice how “white and bright” the soles of my humongous feet are…that is the effect of those round light reflector thingees! Heeheehee.