And I'm digging through albums and packages of pictures and emails with jpgs. For a little context: I attend a couple of sf conventions a year, and over the course of each I'll wear between eight and sixteen or so different outfits. (Some people go to cons for the panels, some to hang out with their own kind, others to meet artists and authors. Me, I go to change clothes.) Because the cons are pretty small and not a whole lot of people costume, and I go through so much clothing, I attract what might be considered more than my fair share of photographers. The ones who use digital cameras usually email me the results, and a couple who've used film over the years make a point of giving their subjects copies of every picture.
So I'm looking through this stuff, and I say to Lut, "How can I like the way I look, and have, roughly, I don't know, a bazillion pictures of myself, and yet not have any good headshots?"
Lut chuckles and answers, "All of the people taking those photos are men. They're not looking at your face."