So it was with a sickly feeling (which had nothing to do with my booze consumption yesterday) that I received and slowly opened my new passport. And alas, there it was, the photo that shall follow me for the next ten years (or until I lose another passport), and I look just like Zombie Barbie having a stroke.
The camera has caught me in such an amazingly freaky stare that if I met myself in a dark alley, I would scream and run away.
I suppose it could be worse.
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I dont think that _anyone_ is photogenic enough to look good on id-pictures. I suspect that the lenses they use are made by the same people making funhouse mirrors. Personally I always look like a russian mobster, fallen on hard times.
Yes, I think you're right. For the old passports you could bring your own photo, which meant spending an afternoon and a fortune in a photo-booth...but at least you had a reasonable chance of not looking mongrel. Nevermind.
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