So the photo of me from senior prom that I posted yesterday caused an uproar of hilarity in the office today. Seeing a picture of me with orangey, ’80s-style hair apparently made everyone’s day. However, the Seventeen magazine reference confused people, so here you go, by special request from Andrew. I was in the September 2004 issue of Seventeen for a “pre-college makeover” story (with Gayle King’s daughter, Kirby, by the way). And that’s what they did to my hair. My senior prom was literally the day after the photo shoot, and I couldn’t exactly pull off the same style at home, as you can see (my hair does not hold a curl — the stylist had to run in with a curling iron and hairspray between every shot). A couple of other things to note about the article above: I wasn’t really as hideous as the “before” picture made me look. They took this photo outside in an alley, with terrible lighting and a crappy camera. They also told me not to wear makeup, not to smile, and to pull my hair more in front of my face. I didn’t actually say, “I wanted a slightly more trendy look before moving to New York City. Now I’m ready!” They completely made that up. Seventeen isn’t exactly the pinnacle of journalism ethics here. I’m making a bitchface in the photo because this was one of the last photos taken after six rolls of film. I was wearing a wool sweater in 75-degree weather while straddling a railing, for like an hour. I smiled nicely in all the other shots, and they had to pick this one. So there you have it. Feel free to leave your best zingers in the comments!

So the photo of me from senior prom that I posted yesterday caused an uproar of hilarity in the office today. Seeing a picture of me with orangey, ’80s-style hair apparently made everyone’s day. However, the Seventeen magazine reference confused people, so here you go, by special request from Andrew.

I was in the September 2004 issue of Seventeen for a “pre-college makeover” story (with Gayle King’s daughter, Kirby, by the way). And that’s what they did to my hair. My senior prom was literally the day after the photo shoot, and I couldn’t exactly pull off the same style at home, as you can see (my hair does not hold a curl — the stylist had to run in with a curling iron and hairspray between every shot). A couple of other things to note about the article above:

  • I wasn’t really as hideous as the “before” picture made me look. They took this photo outside in an alley, with terrible lighting and a crappy camera. They also told me not to wear makeup, not to smile, and to pull my hair more in front of my face.
  • I didn’t actually say, “I wanted a slightly more trendy look before moving to New York City. Now I’m ready!” They completely made that up. Seventeen isn’t exactly the pinnacle of journalism ethics here.
  • I’m making a bitchface in the photo because this was one of the last photos taken after six rolls of film. I was wearing a wool sweater in 75-degree weather while straddling a railing, for like an hour. I smiled nicely in all the other shots, and they had to pick this one.

So there you have it. Feel free to leave your best zingers in the comments!

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