Passport photos make everyone look like a terrorist. You know it’s true.
Please don’t tell me that your photo is worse. Nothing could possibly be worse than whatever the hell is up with my Alfalfa hair. The girl who took this photo at Kinkos ten years ago didn’t say a word. Presumably she looked through the view finder. She cannot be blamed for the rictus grin and stare-y eyes, but she had to have seen my hair. Not. One. Word.
Thankfully, this passport has expired.
Which is why, when in London two weeks ago, I made a very special pilgrimage…
… up many, many steep flights of stairs…
… to the place that is passport photo purveyor to the stars. All those pictures above my chair? Those are stars. From Allen, Woody, to Winslet, Kate, since 1956 everyone who is anyone has had their passport photo taken here. Yes they are that good.
If you are going to be in London, and your passport will need replacing in the next year or so, you would be crazy not to avail yourself of the genius at the top of those stairs. They take as many images as you want, and they don’t print until you’re happy.
No one is ever going to confuse me with Kate Winslet, but at least I no longer look like a terrorist.