I just picked up new headshots I had taken a little while ago. I know I was supposed to take nice, happy smiling ones, but when I get in front of a camera there is only so long I can go before I want to take ones that make me laugh.
This one did that. You cannot quite see how open my shirt is in this one, because when I release my Italian/Spanish/Greek/Arabic/Israeli love album. I don’t want to alienate my religious listeners.
If you are an agent out there and you believe you can sell the man in that picture to the world, go ahead and hit me up. If not, I’ll stick with attempting to seduce my new wife with that expression. It hasn’t worked so far, but maybe if I layer the apartment in rose petals and use the word “amore.”