| Angie Counios
A lot of girls dream of the glamour of being a covergirl.
The thought never crossed my mind and as close as I have ever been was when Teri Hofford took some glam photos of me (which, for the record made me very nervous).
But things changed the other night.
Here's how we got there.
- Heather sent a mock up cover.
- Dave and I really liked it.
- After having some time to process Dave asked me what I thought.
My first reaction
I replied. "It looks cool. I like how sharp it is visually and I like the textures." Long, long, long pause. "It's not menacing enough."
The story is a murder mystery yet the cover felt visually clinical to me.
Sitting on the couch, yoga pants and bun (not glamorous at all) I started asking myself questions.
- Who is a menace to the victims in the book?
- Who is a menace to the bad guy?
- What objects or situations are menacing?
- What do I personally find creepy or unsettling?
Confessions of a closet weirdo
Who am I kidding? My weird is loud and proud. It's not in the closet.
You're all going to learn something about me that a lot of people don't know. I don't even think my closest friends know. The image of smeared lipstick is a gross one to me. It actually unsettles me. David Lynch is known for using that imagery in his films—Yuck!
Make up! Props!
I pondered a little longer and then I got up, went to my drawer, took out my darkest MAC lipstick, applied it, walked over to where I keep my clean white garbage bags, took one out and kissed it leaving a lip mark like on a love letter.
I pulled it away looking at it for a moment. It wasn't smeared. It was a cute red lip mark. I kissed it one more time, smearing it. Gah! Gross. How could I make this more creepy and menacing?
And then (some of you may judge me at this point but like I said loud and proud baby)...
You can't unread the following
You've been warned.
With the most casual shrug I simply put the bag over my head, pulled it tight and took a photo.I lifted it up, like a balaclava, and quickly peaked at the photo. Crap! The camera was pointing the wrong way!! I got three photos of the other side of the room!
I tried again this time aware of which way the camera on my phone was facing. The fact that I had to do this more than once without even thinking of how weird it might actually be says something about where the limit of problem solving lies for me.
I sent Dave a text. It read: I did something weird tonight. Followed by: this isn't it -and two lip mark photos popped up on Dave's phone.
Two more images of my face pressed behind plastic were followed by the text that read okay...call mental health...
Dave loved it. He later told me that he never winced once at the weirdness of the image. He passed it on to Heather. Heather gave a quiet 'wow' when she realized it was my face under the plastic that would go on the cover.
There is a process for everything. Albert Einstein said:
If I had 60 minutes to solve a problem, I'd spend 55 minutes defining it, and five minutes solving it.
He's right. And that's the story of how I became a cover girl sort of.