Oh, man. I found my head shot from my theater days in Seattle. Hahaha. This is so embarrassing.
Okay. My boyfriend at the time — eventually fiance, later ex-fiance — took this photo. Oh, and he wasn’t the moon-faced one. This was Fiance #2, The Brooding Artiste. I haven’t really even begun to write about him. And no, I wasn’t some kind of trollop or anything. Really.
But — oh, Lord. I think I was literally trying to seduce him with my eyes. Looking at this photo now makes me squirm in my seat, frankly. Like What are you doing, Tracey? Please calm your lusty eyeballs down! He’s not THAT great.
Later, I blithely trotted all around town, from audition to audition, with 8 x 10 glossies of this attempted celluloid seduction. Please fall in love with my lusty eyeballs, directors, and cast me, ‘kay?!
And one l*sbian director kinda did. How awkward. But I got offered the part. And took it. How awkward.
The photo was black and white, but I sepia-ed it, just for fun. Scanned kinda grainy. But you get the basic idea. Lord. Watch out, l*sbians!
There is indeed lust in your eyeballs, but I am more taken with the fabulous-ness of your hair and the kind of zig-zagg-y part you’ve got going on – which I have tried to create myself, to NO AVAIL.
Hahaha. Sheila, honestly, I think it was just the wind.
I love this picture! Very intense and yes, lustful. And I second Sheila’s comment…love the hair. It’s got that “I am fabulous and I don’t even need to try” look that I can NEVER get.
You are beautiful!
I love it.
Pretty! (And, yeah, those eyes make me wonder what you’re up to. . .)