Since her headshots have been getting solid attention on her Facebook, Ceci has created a new Instagram account that will be more curated and less random. She heard about this through another actor friend who’s agent said that becoming “IG Famous” is a great way to book bigger projects.
Luckily, I’ve only had to take a few photos of her; she has “photographer” friends who do the other ones. It works for them, because they can build their portfolio and she can post their shit of her looking hot. And she really is.
The one qualm I have so far is the food pictures. Not just the food, but the set up around the plate that has to look perfect with a book opened to the right page (the one she’s not reading) and the coffee mug in the top right corner (she’s started putting milk into it because “it looks cooler”) and the lemon slice she had to cut to put into the water.
She’s learning a lot about shot perspective because she’s taking so many to choose from that she’s begun to get better just to save some time. Her favorite shot is directly above, but sometimes, a low angle one is needed to catch the sun glare through the glass perfectly highlighting a sentence in the book she’s not reading.
The worst part: she’s not even a good cook. I’m making the food, then sitting there waiting for her to finish the whole set up so we can finally eat. This week, I stopped waiting.
The food looks like shit, and by the time she’s ready to eat it, it also tastes like shit. It’s cold, soggy, and congealed. There have been a few times where she’s had to microwave it, and then other times where she’s thrown it away.
I want to laugh, but the absurdity of it isn’t funny yet.