For those of you that don’t know, I am a part-time poker dealer in NYC. I run all kinds of games ranging from your company Christmas party — to underground high stakes Wall Street games — to your run of the mill casino themed bar mizvah.
My agent(yeah, some part-time poker dealers have agents) called me yesterday and told me that a client is looking for a poker dealer for a photo shoot. She asked if I was interested.
Hell yeah. What a stupid question.
Normally, as a poker dealer I am contracted to be paid “x” amount of dollars per hour based solely on my poker dealing skills (combined with the likelihood that I will actually show up to the job). It seems reasonable to me that I could demand that my standard going rate be multiplied several times for the use of my “image and likeness” in this commercial publication.
My agent asked that I e-mail her a couple of appropriate photos that she could forward to the client for consideration. I told her that that wouldn’t be a problem and that the photos where on their way.
I began looking through the depths of hell on my computer for appropriate photos. I soon realized that I didn’t have one single picture of myself that accurately represents what I look like now.
I enlisted my girlfriend who has an amazing amateur eye for what looks good on film.
I sat down in a chair in my apartment with a deck of cards and a couple stacks of chips, and told her to start snapping while I fooled around with my tools.
Thanks to the mirror (and Caroline’s spooky-good photography skills), this picture catches me tracking the Ace of Spades to the middle of the deck and cutting it directly to the bottom with one hand.
I have always been very hesitant to post clear pictures of my face on this blog, or anywhere online for that matter, but I couldn’t resist this one.