David Chiu

They photographed my ass.

No lie. They snapped a series of polaroids featuring a head shot, a 3/4 shot, and my profile… then they told me to turn around and face the wall. In slight confusion I said, “you’re gonna photograph my ass?” “Yes I am” she replies as the flash from the camera lights up the wall in front of me.

I wasn’t all that surprised. This is an ad for jeans. It should be reasonable for them to want to see my ass. It’s just strange to think that that could be the determining factor of whether or not I book the job. In my head I picture a group of ad executives sitting around a table staring at my “ass shot” trying to make a final decision. I hear them saying things like, “We really like this guy but he really doesn’t have an ass.” or “I don’t think this guy’s ass could sell Levi’s jeans.” or “I’m not really feeling this guys ass.”

Well, other than the “ass shot”, I feel like I have pretty good chance in booking the job. The casting assistant told me that they were especially looking for software programmers and bloggers. They already had a ton of musicians and “researchers”.

So if things swing my way, my “ass” might be coming to store near you.

continued…

Heather took a couple photos of me tonight and I was planning to put them in this entry as an example of the photos taken of me today. But when I reviewed the photos, I changed my mind. Let’s just say, I need to lose the 10 lbs “the camera” puts on me. In fact, I could stand to lose 15lbs. If the casting director and ad execs are going to make a decision based on those polaroids, then forget it.

My fat ass needs do some cardio now…