May 14, 1992
Somehow, the Studio City-based "Talenteam" had gotten my headshot. They were not on my Temps mailing list so someone must have slipped them one (or a black-market deal). Patty had met with them, as had Tim Misuradze, and both had been "signed." No official papers, but they would submit their headshots. Everything would be great except they have this poster-size collection of headshots of all the people they represent. They suggested to both Patty and Tim that they get on it because it's "such a great marketing tool" and, at the low, low cost of $150, quite a steal. (literally)
So, over I went, did my monologue, received the same pitch: "No papers, we'll submit you, bring us headshots, get on our headshot poster." I am still waiting to visit Harry Gold, though. I would be much, much happier with Harry, I would imagine.
Jamie picked out one of the 4 x 6 shots that I hadn't yet blown up and said she wanted it for submitting. "And none of this horizontal crap," (I'm paraphrasing) "Crop it so it's normal. Oh, and make it 8 x 11 instead of 8 x 10 so it'll stand out." Yeah, it'll get thrown out.
So, now it's back to Linda K. for another blow-up. Headshots are
eternal&ldots;eternal headaches, eternal nightmares, eternal hell.