David Brooks opes his Diary
Eye strain. When preparing for my book tour I hadn’t realised how much stress it would put on my eye muscles. But the sideways glance seems to be à la mode among newspaper photographers. They tell you to turn your face nearly sideways to the camera, then pull your eyes all the way over so you can peer directly into it. From the inside it feels like they are turning you into a shifty-eyed Richard Nixon, but it must look edgy to photo editors. In any case, after a few minutes your eye muscles hurt.
I do whatever photographers tell me to do because if you can’t look good you should at least look devious (in France, though, I once refused to pose naked in a bathtub full of milk). I was especially pliable before the lensmen in the UK because I was having such an excellent time.
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