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Anonymous said…
I'm gonna go with this one. Most of the others are striving for the sultry, mysterious look and I just don't think that's you really (not the you that actually comes out at least, though it seems to be the you you'd like to be). This one leaves a touch of that, but signals more disdain and bit of puckishness. You to a tee, eh?

Number one'd be my second choice. The toothy grin is a bit too...happy, cheery, non-weltschmerzig? You want to be an actor, right? not a child tv show host.

dai
10/12/2005 7:01 PM
Anonymous said…
You look like an ugly Elijah Wood.
10/13/2005 12:12 AM
Sylvia said…
This one would be my second choice. Smiles are best (though I agree with a previous comment that the really toothy ones are a little overboard). I love that you're wearing that shirt. We should have made you buy two so they would last you for years to come. It really does look great on you.
10/13/2005 1:05 PM
Anonymous said…
Matt, I really liked this one. Its kinda all emcomapsing. It really captures you. This would be my pick. A close second is #1
10/14/2005 2:05 AM
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