Circa 1992 every locker in my junior high hallway seemed to have a glamor shot hanging inside. They all looked nearly identical for ages 8 to 80. Each subject was bathed in fuzzy (forgiving) lighting, massive curly hair was never ending, and on top was a random hat askew. Basically, they were amazing. After stumbling upon blog Buzzfeed’s tips for the ultimate glamor shot (including wearing gloves, feather...

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