Mine is bigger than yours.
(Seriously. The cellist looks more confident than anyone else. Apparently size does matter to this group.)
Team Edward or Team Jacob?
One look at the design for this CD, and the color drained from his face.
… Don’t toot.
Looks like they were comparing notes.
But not playing any. Because it’s hard to play when you’re draped over the keyboard, overcome with sadness.
It’s almost like if Avril Lavigne played the harp, and had a twin, and liked backlit photos, and… never mind. Not enough eyeshadow.
Or should that be “plenty of horns”?
My, my. He has so many instruments, and all of them are, uhh, standing at attention.
And the vacant stare?
Rachmaninoff looks like he was having a really bad case of the Mondays.
The pillows or the shirt: one of them has to go. This is not a camouflage situation.
You, too, mister.
The bottle of wine is a nice touch, and he looks grumpy enough to need it. Does he have a corkscrew hidden behind that gamba?
A few tips gleaned from this photo:
1. Don’t straddle unidentifiable objects.
2. Don’t have your limbs overlap so that people start wondering whose leg is whose.
3. Don’t smile. Don’t you dare smile.
Now look too cool for the piano. Yes, hands on your hips. You hate the piano. That’s it.
(For the record: I think it’s a lovely photo from an aesthetic standpoint, but it’s an awkward PR photo for making it look like she wants nothing to do with the damn piano.)
Or something. See all the things you can do once you learn how to hold a bow properly?
Maybe this looks extra-dreary because it’s a humid summer day.
And maybe that’s why they’re trying so hard not to smile.