The instant I stuck out my tongue at photographer Michelle Yee I thought, "Uh-oh. Bad move." Today, in my mailbox, landed the Spring 2006 issue of the Ryerson Review of Journalism -- and there I am on the cover, giving the world some tongue.
Inside, a six-page profile, including that photograph -- up close and wrinkly -- -- penned by the issue's editor Marco Ursi. Titled "In Your Face," it's a solid non-puffy portrayal.
My only quibbles are
(1) My lipstick looks smeary. My fault.
(2) Marco got a couple of dates wrong. His fault.
(3) I should never have said "f**k." My fault. This is gonna make it tough for my Mom to show off the article at her seniors' complex. (Yeah. As if anything would stop her. Those old broads are unfreakingbelievable competitive.)
Oh yeah, and Marco left Syd my doggette out. She is crushed.
The mag, which will eventually be on the newsstands and online here, is officially launching tomorrow, at a party at a club on Peter Street.
The cover design is actually quite clever, looking celebrity-tabloid-like, boasting a big photograph of Maclean's editor/publisher Ken Whyte posing with Sex and the City hottie Kim Cattrall at the magazine's 100th anniversary bash last fall. Down the side are the Western Standard's Ezra Levant, journo-turned-pol Ben Chin and moi. Inside, pieces on all of us. The purpose is to illustrate how sensationistic Maclean's has become with Whyte at its helm.
Haven't yet had a chance to read through the whole thing but I will say this: When Marco hung out with me, I was impressed by his intelligence, professionalism and thoughtfulness. (He chose me for a topic, didn't he?) Now, when I see his handiwork, not just on my profile, but on the whole issue, I have to say, I hope to hell that somebody hires this guy!
Here's his website.
(Ciao ragazzo! xoxoxo!)