Ah, yes, the autumn of 1982. The crisp air, the changing leaves, the growing-out-perm-turned-mullet. And, of course, the raccoon eyes--not a good look when you have deep-set eyes to begin with.This was my head shot for acting class, and it had been sitting on my parents' mantel ever since. I snagged it (and an unframed studio shot of MsJ and I ca. 1994 that was propped up against it) just because I've always kind of liked this young woman staring back at me, daring me to look away.
I don't know if this is shortly before or after I walked out of a Sigma Chi party late one night and swore off boys, but it's definitely right around that time. We were rehearsing Nicholas Nickleby like crazy, and I was faking my way through American Foreign Policy (hey, I didn't go into rhetoric for nothing--I can b.s. with the best), and drinking too much. Oh, and meeting the woman I'd end up spending the next 9 years with.
But that's another story entirely.
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Actually, I rather like the drama of the "raccoon eyes". And you're right - this young woman is sort of daring the view to look away. There's a lot of personality in those eyes, and that pose, and it seems very confident and self-assured.
I love this photo of you...the confidence to stare right into the camera. It lives right next to my computer next to the pic of you at the doctoral dinner, all robed and hooded.
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