It’s unfortunate that I cannot include “being photogenic” in my list of resume hobbies and interests. I should however start including “beach volleyball enthusiast” in this section as I understand such a skill set exponentially increases your chance of being offered an interview (and at workplaces other than American Apparel) by approximately 94 percent.
I specialise in The Awkward Profile Shot (a difficult sight with my twice broken nose) and like the mix it up with a wide-open jaw laugh and squint combo. My school photo album runs a little like a flick book of Geek Chic maxi frames accosting a human face. My most recent effort, a professional head shot, turned out to reveal more about the spaced out side effects of my hay fever medication than in did my avid pursuit of professional success.
I can't blame that wayward fringe or my eye sight impediment for failing to
correctly identify the location of the camera on tripod.
This disappoints me because the smell steaming up from a plate of Chu Chi Salmon renders me ravenous. The sound of Poo Nim Thai Herb breaking it’s soft-shell in your mouth makes me want to discard the rules of human consumption decency and munch from two hands. But on film, why salmon do you look so oily (toner and primer please!)? Puddles on Film?
|Rosa's Poo Nim Thai Herb|
|Gai Satay, Thai Calamari and Poo Nim Thai Herb at Rosa's Soho.|
I have two favourite Thai restaurants in London and I’m a flippant flirt between the two as my fancy or location sways. Rosa’s (Spitalfields (12 Hanbury Street, London, E16QR) and Soho (48 Dean Street, London, W1D5BF)) is my top London Thai pick. It’s no Longrain, but I realise after 5 years living outside Australia, I need to let go of Executive Chef Martin Boetz’s Thai and Southern Chinese influenced menu as my holy standard of Asian city dining. I’m going to take a moment though to remember the caramelised pork hock with five spice and chili vinegar…good times, good times.
|Pad Thai noodles with chicken, mysingledish.com.|
|Chu Chi Salmon...air brushing doesn't even help her.|
|Beef Pad Prig Daeng, not even trying to work the camera.|
|OK, OK...it seems Australian light works slightly better for my photographic relationship with Thai food. |
Pearl, Melbourne, Thai style crispy prawn salad.
I’m also told trekking a little further from chez moi may prove interesting. Suhko Thai in Fulham is, my sources tell me, a serious threat...to London Thai supremacy, not health. Perhaps I can develop some sort of Hefner style time share arrangement between the three? It's a telling concept that food consumption for me is analogous to a debauched sexual calendar of an ageing porn magnate. I'm not quite clear what it says, but I'm sure those waiters at Cheating Chimp are questioning my convivial smiles and satisfied murmurs. Suhko Thai, I've scheduled you for Tuesday. Your place, not mine. Let’s just leave the cameras at home…oh no, not that angle…delete it, delete it!!!