Every wondered how those author photos come out looking so darned intellectual, attractive, flawless? So do we. When our first novel How to Survive Your Sisters came out, and the publicity department of Arrow asked for photos we panicked. Hating our photo taken and not about to go the obvious route and hire a professional, we roped in our sister Jo. After all she takes great photos, doesn’t she?
First we looked like we were in the middle of a sister war.
Then we thought balloons might help? (They didn’t.)
The Daily Express did a feature, sent in a team of make-up artists, spending hours on hair and make-up, putting us in dresses and heels. Could this be our moment of glory?
Nope – unfortunately those hideous frocks helped nothing at all.
So when I went to Colorado to visit we decided that we’d get some nice shots. My daughter, Lucy was brought in. She had a camera. There were mountains.
I tried to look I was writing. Durr why??
We tried to look serious but ended up gormless (dopey). Or one of us closed our eyes.
Or we couldn’t stop squinting but at least the scenery looked nice.
We couldn’t stop laughing. Or it came out fuzzy.
Others were too dark. (We were getting tired of this game. Lorraine looks like she’s sleeping on my shoulder)
Then everyone kept jumping in, spoiling the point of it all. It was about US!
Lorraine kept pushing me out of the picture
By now the photographer was getting fed up. But I wasn’t sure she was taking it all that seriously.
She began taking photos of the dog.
I thought I might do better with a solo scholarly pose.
The vacation was over and we still hadn’t got our perfect portrait.
Perhaps it was time to use a professional after all.
Thanks to the digital technology, soft lights and lots of airbrushing we finally got a shot we liked.
I still don’t know though – does it make us look a little too young?