Recently, my very first passport expired. Depressed and lonely, my passport contained zero stamps but lots of dust. With the best of intentions, my passport saw plenty of flights to California, Atlanta, Chicago and other fabulous places – within the United States.
My passport expired naked and useless, having never seen an international flight.
I vowed that my next passport would be so slutty and would get around so much, that I would actually need the extra-large 54-page passport. For London, Paris, Australia, Monaco, Germany, and maybe even Canada. This passport will last me ten years of amazing adventures.
Wait, what? This passport will last me ten years? And despite how many different ways I phrased the question, I could not change the picture in five years (or two, or if I dye my hair, or if I lose twenty pounds, or if this outfit goes out of style).
The pressure to perfect the passport photo halted my adventurous daydreams. My friends and family were little help. “It’s just a photo,” they would say, “Everyone’s passport photo looks awful.” And yet, the horror of passing my Awful Photo to the TSA for the next ten years was too much to bear.
As with most things in my life, I asked “What would Kate do?” Luckily, the D of C’s passport photo was recently spotted at the London Olympics. The photo was used for security purposes on Kate’s “Honoured Guest” pass. As usual, she looked flawless. (More on that here)
I hoped to emulate the casual beauty that Catherine embodies in her passport photo. Hers will surely last her ten years and she can be proud when she goes through the airport.
Unfortunately, American passports are roughly from the shoulders and above, so I also had to select the perfect ensemble. A classic cable knit sweater, a personalized necklace, and tasteful (Kate-inspired) earrings made the final cut.
After three outfit changes, an eyebrow grooming session, a Chelsea blowdry, and Kate-style makeup, I was ready for my close-up.
And let me tell you, I’ll be glad to carry this around for ten years.