From a comment I wrote in bitterlawngnome's journal on an entry about 'posing':
Oh god, I had my first shoot (clothed, and "tests only, dammit") by a pro last week. He begged and begged because he so hates my profile pictures, having met me IRL first, and I basically gave in so he would get over it, and also, since he seemed to be kind of a pro, to find out what it was like. Turns out he used to do fashion features in Brazil and for the Daily Telegraph here and massive amounts of portfolio shots for aspiring models agencies would send him.
First thing he does is, well, snap me out of my own stance and start posing me. This is good, because I can't see myself, and really really difficult because "he wants to portray me as he sees me, not as I see myself". So he keeps telling me to 'soften' my expression. Bill, people think I am steaming mad when I am lost in thought about children's books, and somehow I had to make 38 years of facial muscles having grown a certain direction go away. It was tremendously hard work, and it kept me from relaxing, and then later becoming playful, and thus, I think, from us together having done more and better.
Was posing hiding 'who I am'? Inside I am a lost and cynical gangly 17-year-old, so I doubt either one of us would have gotten that one on camera. But considering how much this guy knows me (we have, um, [barely met]) I wonder who that will be on the prints. I have been holding off seeing the results. I am sure it's not the person he had in mind either, though he claims there are 35 'excellent' shots in the 150 he shot. (Yeah, a 20% yield from this scrunched up face. Sure.)
("Stand against that, yeah good, but no, I don't want your shoulders square there."
Me, internally: "Look, mofo, do you know how much work it took to get these shoulders this square?"
Me, externally: I pretend I am a pro, or on a reality show with Tyra Banks, this is an assignment, move my arm up and lean.)