Your Headshot Reminds Me Of Fabio

This morning, inspired by a stack of headshots (that I have to go through to choose a likely candidate for an unlikely job) I did a quick riff on Twitter about some headshot poses that don’t inspire confidence.  These were my top four:

  1. The *Gun* oh yeah baby, I want to hire you with that headshot.
  2. The *Point* You talking to me? ‘Cuz your headshot is making me paranoid.
  3. The *Crackberry* Will you look up from your texting marathon long enough for me to hire you?
  4. The *Bridesmaid* Nice dress, but that tipsy grin scares me.

To add to the list:

John Edwards official Senate photo portrait.
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5.  The *Pretty boy* why no, I don’t actually believe that a liberal dose of blush/hint of mascara (and please tell me that isn’t lipgloss) enhances your commercial appeal
6.  The *Bedroom eyes* You do have lovely shoulders and other parts best remaining hidden at work, is that supposed to make me want to give you the gig?
7.  The *Lookalike* Oh yes. I see it now.  All of your friends think that you look like Don Draper.  That doesn’t make you an advertising and marketing expert.

One supposes there’s a great punchline in all of this considering that I used a toon instead of a headshot for years, since I preferred to remain somewhat grounded in anonymity.  These days I generally use a combination of the two, toon when it’s less serious, headshot when I hope to inspire confidence or trust.

The thing is that while there are a few basic poses used in most professional headshots, the urge to set oneself apart from the crowd has inspired some people to veer way off course.

Having worked as a professional/celebrity makeup artist for years and in my current incarnation where I frequently consult on personal branding strategies for high worth individuals, celebrities, politicians and CEOs, I do have some ideas of what does work well in a headshot.

1. Tailor the shot to the hoped for position – it’s okay to look tough or beautiful if you’re hoping for a spot on a soap opera, less appropriate for the corporate world though.

2. Try to leave the props or pets at home – unless you’ve invented a new bit of technology or dog food, try to leave anything with bells and whistles out of your headshot.

3. Bring along several changes of clothing and accessories – if one outfit doesn’t work, the next might make you feel comfortable enough to offer up a genuine smile

4. Update frequently – I don’t mean whenever you get a new haircut, but follow the Match.com & Jdate rule- you never want people to be in for a rude awakening when they finally meet you in person.

5. Start over- if you hate it or feel that it doesn’t best represent you, it probably doesn’t.  As pricey as the prospect of reshooting a headshot is, in the age of the avatar and icon and online social everything, a picture really is worth a thousand words.

Rachel, who promises never to pose with my phone

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Read Something

Like my most recent style features on MSN: Color Your World (the it color for 2010 is turquoise) , Accessorize (more than you ever hoped to read about shooties), The Look of Love (because you don’t need a significant other to enjoy Valentine’s Day) & Be a Sleeping Beauty – I had a blast researching this article and am slightly bummed about some of the info and products that didn’t make the cut.  This will definitely be a theme I revisit regularly.

L is for Lurker

A frolleague (friendly colleague) recently posted on the popular social media sites that she was looking for a sponsor for her commercially oriented blog.  Among other things meant to entice potential advertisers, she cited an impressive 100+ comments on her posts.

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I’ve been giving a lot of thought to the more popular blogs and methods of attracting readers/commenters. Similar to the old school web 1.0 methods of inflating visits through page refreshes (still widely used) and other html tricks of the trade, many bloggers seem to be most interested in upping their visitor numbers if not necessarily the quality of visitors.

A friend once invited me to join an online group which existed solely to have bloggers visit each other’s blogs and comment on each other’s posts thereby driving traffic, raising per view ad rates and conveying the impression of immense blog popularity. Like the friend trains on Twitter or the mass friending on Facebook, it doesn’t just feel artificial to me, it feels counterintuitive in the long run. I’ve always been a quality over quantity person and politely declined.

Don’t get me wrong, there’s something to be said for mass popularity, but as someone who for all intents and purposes manufactures hype for a living, I tend to question any over the top fads and seek out authenticity.  And yes, I fully appreciate the irony of that statement.

It occurs to me that I’ve had this blog going for just over a year, after leaving its earlier precursors to fade into an ignoble and mostly forgotten past. For me at least, my blog is a way of sharing thoughts that might not make it to articles I write and offers a venue for commenting on popular events in marketing or pop culture.  I’m not an obsessive blogger to say the least, nor am I using this platform as a venue for a hoped for next book deal or to raise advertising revenue.  What I am doing consciously though, is putting myself out there on another level and as a communicator, a business owner and someone who is not only knowledgeable about popular and social issues, but one who can articulate her thoughts clearly or challenge popular perceptions.  I’ve repeatedly told colleagues that if only one client went from maybe to yes after reading one of my posts, my blog has served its purpose.

What fascinates me the most about this blog is the quality and level of interaction.  While I doubt that I’ll ever boast 100+ comments a day, I do receive a steady stream of comments on other networks (i.e. Facebook, Twitter and the like) and a welcome daily dose of e-mail from people who feel empowered or comfortable enough to connect with me directly to discuss, argue or seek out my professional counsel.

My point being, there’s more to blogging than pages full of comments or hundreds of thousands of visitors- both are nice, but not necessarily the only measure of your blogging success.  Too many people don’t think about the potential to alienate or annoy their prospective audiences with too many requests for comments, invitations to join inane fan clubs and more.  If we like you, we’ll probably find you and if your work speaks to us- we’ll probably keep coming back for more.

Rachel, who is grateful to each and every one of you who keeps coming back for more

On Doppelgangers

Every few weeks (days? months?) a new meme will sweep Facebook.  Some idiotic, some sublime, some a combination of both.  A few weeks ago for instance, one word declaring the color of your bra was supposed to alert the Facebook nation to your commitment to raising awareness of Breast Cancer.

Of course it was.

The meme du jour this time around is to post a photo of your doppelganger or celebrity double, or at the very least the famous person most people think you resemble.  It brings to mind those that believe in past lives and follow Shirley MacLaine’s lead in imagining themselves as having been nobility instead of dung shovelers.  Facebookians all seem to resemble only the most gorgeous or glamorous, along the lines of Catherine Zeta Jones or Marilyn Monroe and never the Susan Boyles or Karl Maldens of the spectrum.

Never one to ignore the lure of social networking peer pressure, I thought of including my own doppelganger, but was plagued with doubt.  As a teen I was told frequently that I resembled Brooke Shields and will admit that during her mullet years we looked a lot alike .  Then again, during those same years people frequently told me that I was the spitting image of Boy George, which kind of dimmed the glow of the whole Brooke Shields thing.

Celebrity obsession can be a scary thing, though for me, in this instance at least, the notion of doubles or twins is more interesting.

I’ve always followed the ABS business model with interest.  For the uninitiated, fashion designer (heavy on the irony) Allen Schwartz creates nearly immediate knock offs of the couture gowns worn by celebrities to major events.   So you might see an A-lister sweeping down the red carpet in a $25,000 creation and less than 24 hours later the $200  ABS version making an appearance on shows like Entertainment Tonight. Along those lines, when model Kate Moss talked about launching her own fashion line, she discussed being inspired by the designer favorites already in her closet and actually compared knock-off garments that were nearly identical to designer pieces she owned.

I’m perplexed on both counts.  How can it be legal and/or ethical to create an entire business based on ripping off other people’s work? While some make a career of it, I’d much prefer to see something innovative instead of a stale reworking of someone else’s hard work.

So I’m not going to share my celebrity doppelganger on Facebook and I’m certainly not going to ever build a business based off of someone else’s hard work, talent and sweat equity.  Which sounds kind of preachy, but feels right.

Rachel, who is second to none

Don’t Opt Me In (Part I)

We all know spam when we see it, right? E-mails with offers for cut rate Viagra, or notes from long lost relatives from Nigeria looking for a little bit of sympathy and access to our personal data and bank accounts.  Less obvious though are the gray area spammers.  I’m definitely guilty of sending out e-mail blasts to family, friends and colleagues with updates and announcements, but I try to be judicious about how often I send, who I include on my list and the frequency of contact.

Spam: The Next Generation

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That said, there’s a new generation of spammers who might not realize that they’re spamming, which doesn’t make the practice any less annoying.

Friends with start-up businesses or new entrepreneurs eager to include as many e-mail addresses as possible and unaware of the regulations, who then subscribe me to their services without prior knowledge or consent.  Small companies or publicists who have culled my contact information from a group list and then add me to their company’s master list for frequent and completely off-target pitches.

The worst offenders are companies who share but don’t update client lists with their new and newer sales teams who then automatically add past clients to their e-mail lists.  This isn’t simply annoying though, on some levels this activity is illegal.

While I’m not one to out anyone or any company publicly, after about seven years of ongoing and evolving spam from a company I once had the misfortune of doing business with, I’m ready to spill.

The Long Sordid Story

Years back I was working on the launch of a new TV talk show.  Part of the launch included massive sweepstakes with branded merchandise and gifts for the audience and those watching at home.  In what seems like the next logical move, I broke down the process and ordered several thousand pieces of merchandise from one company.  Though I’d given the company a long lead time none of the products arrived by our first deadline.

I spent weeks of back and forth on the phone with my rep explaining that this deal could make or break my relationship with not only the show, but the studio that produced it.  The rep promised results.  He swore up and down we’d have our order in time.  Only we didn’t.  And there was more back and forth.

I seem to recall rush fees.  When the products finally arrived, several months late and painfully close to launch time, the quality of the products and work was so poor as to make it embarrassing.  My client was livid.  More calls to the company who promised to fix the errors in the logos and replace the products with superior ones.

I’ll spare you the rest, but suffice it to say that even though the problems were finally rectified on some level, my company was out tens of thousands of dollars, the products were cut rate, we’d lost the good will of the studio and the client was disinclined to do future business with us.

Moving Forward

The best course of action seemed to simply put the episode behind us, forget about the company that had nearly ruined our reputation and simply never do business with them again, right? Only they didn’t seem to go away and e-mail specials from them showed up on a regular basis.

I unsubscribed. They kept coming.  I unsubscribed again. They still kept coming.  I called my former rep to ask him to take me off his contact list and he apologized profusely and insisted he would.

The e-mails stopped for a while and started up a few months later.  So did pitch phone calls from new salespeople.  Apparently my former rep had left the company and passed on his contact list.  I wrote asking them to stop contacting me.  At every phone call I asked to be taken off their list.  The e-mails and phone calls would stop for a while until the next new salesperson inherited the list from the last.

Years Later

It is about seven years now that this company has somehow seen fit to pass my e-mail address and phone number along from salesperson to salesperson.  I regularly receive updates from them, despite the fact that I have physically unsubscribed from their services, written to the providers and directly written to the person contacting me.

As with much else in my business life, I’ve turned this into an object lesson and have come up with some questions to ask yourself before adding someone to your e-mail list:

Spam Checklist:

  1. Do I know this person personally or professionally and if I contact them will my information be welcome? Don’t betray a friendship by adding someone to your corporate list.  It’s awkward, unprofessional and possibly illegal.
  2. How did I gain access to this person’s contact information? Chances are if you got it in a sneaky manner, they’re not going to be thrilled to hear from you
  3. What was their last experience with my company like?  You have but to read about my experiences to know that I will never do business with this company again.  The constant e-mail only keeps them fresh in my mind in the worst possible way.
  4. What are the spam laws universally, in my state and in my industry? It’s smart to brush up on the rules.

And finally:

5. How fresh is my contact list? Prune your contact list regularly and if all else fails, start from scratch keeping several lists for friends, colleagues and clients.

None of us intend to spam and most friends, contacts and colleagues are forgiving of a few unexpected e-mails, but aggressive and ongoing spamming can ruin your reputation and credibility.

And for the record? As bad as my experience with this company is/was I’ve decided not to out them, since it goes against my own business principles to publicly vilify any company, despite their lazy and unprofessional methods of communication.  Besides, I’m a big believer in karma and have no doubt that their icky business practices will come back to haunt them without my help in the matter.

At some point soon, I’ll offer a primer on spamming laws, rules and regulations and some resources to consider

Rachel, who hopes never to hear from this company again, but anticipates an e-mail any minute now

Business Lessons Learned From HGTV (Part I)

I was recently house-sitting for a friend blessed with not only a fabulous home, but a television screen larger than my entire apartment.  While I’m not generally a fan of TV, during the course of the weekend I found myself returning time and time again to one of my guilty pleasures Home & Garden Television AKA HGTV (another HGTV inspired post later in the week ) and obsessively watching as people attempted to sell  or prepare their unsellable homes for sale.

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There was something gnawingly familiar about the process of watching these people struggle to let go of their pasts as embodied by a tangible structure.  Of course it was clear on the most basic level- the memories formed in those homes, both good and bad, made it more than just a structure and instead the physical embodiment of decades of memories.

How sweet.

In other cases though, it was almost pathological to see how some of the homeowners refused to let go, even when they were ostensibly desperate to sell their houses and move on to the next.  They expressed panic or great distress that their homes wouldn’t sell, while rejecting every logical shred of advice on how to make them more salable.

Instead of creating a neutral or welcoming atmosphere for potential buyers, they fought tooth and nail to have their homes retain every irksome vestige of their personality or taste.  Garish colors, aggressive groupings of family photos and other intrusively personal details made it hard if not impossible for a potential buyer to imagine themselves living there or wanting to own the space.

I suddenly realized that it was behavior exhibited by too many creatives that I know or have worked with.  The inability to separate the product from self and to release it to the client upon completion- if in fact they’re able to reach resolution or completion.

The dichotomy of the creative professional is understanding just how much of one’s self goes into any given project.  After all, they’re hiring you because they want to work with you and want your special spark and brand of creativity.  Until they don’t.

While the work universe has opened up to create stunning opportunities for entrepreneurs, there are also a whole new universe of personal/professional guidelines to keep in mind.  Some that spring to mind:

  1. Be as hands on as needed -Don’t hover, pout or refuse to let go if your client’s vision doesn’t match your own
  2. Good enough is really good enough- don’t keep tweaking and re-tweaking a project until your client loses patience with both you and your process
  3. Leave your mark in subtle ways- think watermark not billboard.  If you’re good and meet their needs they’ll keep coming back, aggressively marking your territory won’t bring them back any sooner.
  4. Learn to move on- We all have favorite projects or clients that we remember fondly, but like most good things those relationships can come to an end.  Stay in touch and on good terms so that you’ll be their go to person the next time around, but don’t professional stalk them- it’s creepy.

Two Fashion Stories From Around The Web

The first on BNet discusses Sarah Jessica Parker’s newly inked deal with ’70s glam brand Halston.  The second on SmartMoney offers shopping tips for when you’re heading to the outlet mall (advice that SJP’s alter ego Carrie Bradshaw would surely appreciate).

The unifying factor being quotes from me and the opportunity for me to pepper this blog with SEO friendly phrases like ‘Sarah Jessica Parker’, ‘SJP’ and ‘Carrie Bradshaw’.

Sarah Jessica Parker
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Love her or hate her (some day we’ll discuss the phenomenon of SJP haters) Parker has found myriad ways to market and expand her personal brand.  She’s definitely schlepped out her 15 minutes of fame far longer than anyone who knew her during her Square Pegs days could have imagined.

A Man Named Coco

Last night I had a conversation with my friend S who is generally level headed, practical and fair.  S is the type of person to be outraged if a CEO gets a bonus worth kazillions, yet he was adamant about the fact that Conan O’Brien should earn way more of a buy out than the rumored $40 million if he quietly exits the Tonight Show. 

I agreed that O’Brien was wronged, that he’d patiently waited five years for the position, only to be squeezed out in  seven months when NBC decided to return Jay Leno to his time slot.   Yet $40 million seemed more than fair to me, most especially when compared not with inflated Hollywood paychecks, but the average salary in America.  I factored in the family move to the West Coast and myriad other details that left me thinking that an $8 million dollar a year reparation for each year that he was a comic in waiting seemed not only fair, but generous.  Don’t get me wrong, I think the situation is deplorable, I just can’t imagine arguing that a $40 million pay off seems paltry.  S on the other hand, could not be swayed by my logic.

Neither apparently can the new movement of O’Brien fans who stand outside NBC studios nightly demanding justice for ‘Coco’.   O’Brien is a pleasant enough, funny enough guy (and of course a redhead which tips the scales in his favor as far as I’m concerned), but what is driving the intensity to see justice done for one Conan O’Brien?

Then it occurred to me- it’s the economy stupid.  In the past year, we’ve seen millions of hard working people in Conan’s demographic lose their jobs and along with it their job security if not their homes, health insurance and peace of mind.  We’ve seen banks bailed out after they abused our trust (and trust funds).  We’ve seen guys and gals a lot like O’Brien, who believed that if they worked hard and followed the rules they could achieve and sustain the level of success promised them.  Only they got screwed and so did Conan O’Brien.
But there’s more, because in a world of Madoffs and Arbizus, O’Brien seems to be doing the one thing that the others did not- he’s trying to take care of his own and not just his own interests. Rumor has it that he hasn’t yet accepted NBC’s deal, because he’s adamant about negotiating proper compensation for his staff of 200, most of whom made the East Coast to West Coast transition along with him.

Rachel, who’s on Team Coco.

Deep Crispy Fried–

–That would describe my state of mind right now.

Blame it on the endless gray weather or pretty oppressive workload, but I’m feeling a bit burned out, which is kind of scary since my default setting is annoyingly perky.

I have no words of wisdom to offer on the subject, other than directing you to this past Sunday’s Career Couch column in the New York Times.

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When Stress Flirts With Burnout was written by one of my favorite business writers Eilene Zimmerman and quotes one of my favorite sisters Rebecca “Kiki” Weingarten, (okay. my only sister, but still my favorite sister) an executive coach and extremely smart cookie. Read it, you’ll learn something- I did.

Rachel, who is too burned out to think of an amusing sign off

Enough

I am an un-thin woman who spent years working in the entertainment segment of the beauty business, an industry that respects sunken cheekbones & bony hips over all.  I jokingly describe myself as ‘chunky, chunky but chic,’ if I feel at all compelled to explain away my less than thin thighs.  I won’t go into the reasons for my non-thin-dom, since those are too personal to share just now.  But I am beautiful and viable and talented and….well, I’m at a point where I’d love to think that people judge me by more than my waistline.

I fool myself though, since while it’s not generally okay in our society to mock someone’s faith, color, ethnicity or sexual preference, it’s still seen as fair game to mock someone for being overweight.

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A tweet by @ronhogan alerted me to a story in today’s New York Post in which writer Kyle Smith, who clearly has issues with women in general, much less those who don’t match his skewed physical ideal, pillories V magazine, a new magazine celebrating so called plus size women.  The Post isn’t a bastion of open mindedness or civility at the best of times, but this article spews so much misogynistic vitriol as to leave me somewhat shaken.

I won’t dignify the New York Post’s sanctioning of poisoned prose by quoting the article here, but I will say one word to sum up my feelings on this type of loathsome rhetoric – Enough.  Enough of making women feel that they can never feel beautiful enough to cram themselves into society’s size 0 ideal.  Enough of the dissection of the female form as fodder for implausible punditry.  Enough of a culture that teaches teenage girls by example that they must starve themselves to be considered beautiful and then resort to scalpels, implants and injections at ever younger ages to remain sexually viable.

In times gone by a woman was deemed beautiful if she had a double chin or ample behind, since it meant simply that she was able to afford nourishment.  In our culture, models barely out of their teens die of starvation in an effort to fit the unrealistic ideal set by [mostly male] fashion designers.

This article made me more than sad, it made me angry enough to somewhat publicly address my own life-long battle with the scale.  And while I’m a staunch advocate of printed publications, it also makes me want to urge you to cancel your subscription to the Post, since hate rhetoric is hate rhetoric no matter where it’s directed.

Rachel, who’s had more than enough of a culture obsessed with women’s weight