This has been my face for the past 5 years. Frozen at 18 years old, I traveled the world for the next few years, finishing off puberty (my face elongating) and switching hairstyles (my hair lengthening). Since that photo was taken, if I'm not mistaken, the Canadian government has required that the expression in the Canadian passport photo should not be smiling or happy, but neutral. Apparently a smile changes your facial structure.
Regardless of whatever the smile does to your face, one thing is certain, passport photos are invariably the worst portraits ever. And, of course, on the eve of the expiration of my passport, and on the day I planned to take my photo (the day before heading to the passport office), I had the flu. Great. Another fabulous photo, here we come.
I had taken a photo in September (before I set my hair on fire), stepping into a timewarp of a photo studio complete with an ancient Hungarian photographer, wedding portraits from the 70s and a fridge full of polaroid film. Another atrocious photo.
Maybe it's just an unspoken rule, ID photos of any sort can just not be pleasant. The unforgiving lighting, the subprime conditions, the blank stare.
Whatever they are, with a little bit of time, they sure are funny...