On occasion I will receive an e-mail or a text asking “Is this you?”
The first time I showed my mother this photo she didn’t even believe it was me.
The story about this photo is pretty funny. See, I had a friend who was majoring in Photo-communications and under studied with a photographer. Their Brazilian model called in sick and they needed a runner-up. Enter in me, the B-string model for the day. The photographer specialized in stock photos, which I later learned from Agence Talent is a risky business, since you never know where your photo will land.
Not too bad for a runner-up, eh?
*I apologize for the most narcissistic title, ever.