I am doing a brave thing here, you realize, one that makes me vulnerable... to insults, blackmail, and flames. So this is the extreme act of self disclosure, when one exposes those nasty i.d. pictures with bad lighting, with smiles self-induced in a portable studio that gives you nothing to smile about. When you have someone or something take a picture of you not because you woke up with flawless skin or that you are celebrating an important milestone in your life, but because it's the deadline for that requirement for SSS, for your Japanese visa or some other pesty bureacratic nonsense.
The nitpicker among you will argue that not all of these pictures were taken inside a foto-me booth. YES, you're right, and you better believe that I am not the type of person who will wear an off-shoulder thingie to the mall. Some of these pictures were taken inside legitimate studios, of course. But they serve the same purpose... to paste on some i.d., passport, application form, etcetera... and to freeze that particular hairdo you though was cute at the moment but years from now will amuse your friends, embarass you, and remind everyone that, gawd, you used to be so hick.
But I'm pretty sport about this. This page needs some comic value so and some of them, you have to admit, aren't thaaatttt bad. Walk through my gallery. Laughing is permissible. An unspoken insult is tolerated. Vomiting is completely optional. Just no e-mailed referrals to your local cosmetic surgeon. That wouldn't be too nice. And for those who wish to receive authographed 8"x10" prints, please e-mail me your credit card number and I will e-mail you right back.
Enjoy!