Diana's Glamorous Past

My first ever trip to the Beverly Center, the mall that sits between LA and Beverly Hills & just across the street from Trashy Lingerie, and I had a gift certificate to have hoochie pictures taken... remember those? I can't remember the name of the place that actually took my picture, just that it wasn't the same as the place in the malls for the lesser people like the Northridge Mall. I had hair and makeup and a full-on photo shoot (am I the only person who didn't know the artisans work for tips? I showed up with enough money to park and grab a snack; I was a baaaaad client). I went alone, as I had no idea what to expect and I wasn't about to be humiliated in front of anyone I knew! Once we got past the I'm not stingy, I'm poorly budgeted thing, it was actually a great time. Mostly I remember my eyelids heavy with gunk and my hair parted down the back and pinned, to give me big hair in the front. Seriously, the back of my head is totally flat in these pictures, I could lay down on the bed and still look good, I could drive my car home and stun the other drivers with my big-ass hair... of course, I'd move, they'd see the pins and they'd pee themselves laughing. The eyeshadow was gone before I crossed the threshold into the big wide world, too! Somewhere I'm gonna find one of those wandering wallet-sized glamour shots, so you can see which one I chose, in full-color & probably autographed (it's the origin of the small d, diana signature, with the tail of the a making a heart over the i); I looked in the thought I last saw it in here box, and alas, no color for you today. Yay! Another photoshoot post someday!
So to preserve for future generations, I give you the edited and light-level-adjusted versions of the (over-crinkled and spilled-upon) light-sensitive paper pix from 1993...