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Session with photographer today for upcoming article in the Detroit Jewish News - which is pretty classy of the Detroit Jewish News, frankly - bit of a change from the usual daily fare of writing Torah and learning Torah. I still find it odd being photographed; it's continually rather surprising that people find me that interesting. Intellectually, yes, I understand, but it's not an intellectual reaction.
My sister's got that happy ability to come out beautifully in a photo on the first shot; I'm always the one with her eyes closed and looking like a cross between a potato and the living dead. And the Detroit Jewish News wanted a rather ambitious pose involving a large sheet of parchment, which needed some fairly specific lighting conditions; I was at Drisha today, and Drisha doesn't have amazing light sources, so overall it was pretty hard work for the poor photographer, but he managed not to slide into the litany of "Open your eyes...okay now smile...no, not like that a real smile...no, not like that..." which must have taken some doing, all things considered. Jolly good show.
Overall, another experience to add to the list of Things I Never Expected When I Got Into All This - implausibly examining a sheet of Torah on a roof in midtown Manhattan, clutching at flapping parchment with frozen fingers, praying it wouldn't get whipped out of my hands and blown across the city, with a chappie behind a lens leaping about trying to make all this appear serene and inspirational. And to think I could have been an accountant.
My sister's got that happy ability to come out beautifully in a photo on the first shot; I'm always the one with her eyes closed and looking like a cross between a potato and the living dead. And the Detroit Jewish News wanted a rather ambitious pose involving a large sheet of parchment, which needed some fairly specific lighting conditions; I was at Drisha today, and Drisha doesn't have amazing light sources, so overall it was pretty hard work for the poor photographer, but he managed not to slide into the litany of "Open your eyes...okay now smile...no, not like that a real smile...no, not like that..." which must have taken some doing, all things considered. Jolly good show.
Overall, another experience to add to the list of Things I Never Expected When I Got Into All This - implausibly examining a sheet of Torah on a roof in midtown Manhattan, clutching at flapping parchment with frozen fingers, praying it wouldn't get whipped out of my hands and blown across the city, with a chappie behind a lens leaping about trying to make all this appear serene and inspirational. And to think I could have been an accountant.