Crazy but true, I’m not model material

Don’t let my chiselled features or Herculean-Calvin-Klein-underwear-model body fool you, I’m no Derek Zoolander.

At the BnB we stayed at in Hualien, the owner was a photography aficionado.  On the top floor of his building he set up a mini studio, and part of the deal with his BnB was that you got some free studio shots if you stayed there.   Taiwanese people love their studio pics, so we all went up to give it a shot.

Di and Ting-Ting were pretty good at doing what he wanted or what they thought would look good.  I, on the other hand, was a miserable failure.  I couldn’t stop laughing the whole time.  I’m sure Di wanted some nice shots of us, but she’s pretty used to me taking bad pictures with her so I think she was cool.  Ting-Ting is also used to me being a jackass, so I think she found some of my antics comical.  The photographer, nice as he was, looked like he was getting slightly frustrated.  So I took a seat and let the girls finish the pics as I sat and watched.

Here is my favourite pic.  It’s funny to me because to stop me from cracking up Di told us to pose for the camera by making a scary face.  I went ahead and attempted to do that; Ting-Ting obviously misunderstood and went ahead and did a “I’m scared” face; and Di, who came up with the idea, well I have no idea what she’s doing.  What the hell is that?