Why I don’t (usually) ask celebrities for autographs or photographs

[almostwitty]

Ever since I started working properly in the media business, well-meaning friends and family will often ponder if I can get them an autograph for someone. This is a little tricky because:

• I don’t generally meet celebrities any more in my line of work anyway!
• Even if I did, it’d be very hard to interrupt an interview or a meeting with a “Oh by the way, can you sign this for my grandma?” or “Can we just pose for a photograph?”
• I’m terrible at asking anything of strangers. Unless I have to.
• How many journalists do you know who interrupt press conferences to ask for an autograph? It’s just not done.
• Most importantly, I’m usually the only Chinese person in the room. Which means:
  • They’re far more likely to notice me – I tend to stick out like a sore form even when I don’t say anything – and thus, form an opinion, good or bad.
  • The last thing I want to do is enhance the racist assumption that Japanese/foreign journalists are idiotic and don’t know the ‘rules’

Having said all that, outside of work, it seems to be OK. During one birthday celebration in a Soho pub, June Whitfield came into the pub. Before you know it, my then evil scum of workmates had corralled her into posing for a pic next to me – I’m not too sure where that picture has gone, but it’s around here somewhere, with the odd sock. And somewhere in my archives, I also have Woody Allen’s autograph.

Of course, it seems to be just me who has a problem with asking celebrities for autographs where I work. My friend Shari in New York, who’s a radio engineer, had her pic taken with Hugh Jackman and was very proud of it. Stephen Fry, as ever, is the realist and has the do’s and don’ts of approaching a celebrity.

Do you work in the biz, as pretentious people like to call it? Do you collect autographs or photographs, or just get on with it and work with them as colleagues?

Mirrored from almost witty.

Comments

[britgeekgrrl.livejournal.com]

During my very brief indie-film "career", I ended up in the proximity of some moderately-to-significantly well-known folks.

I was, of course, terrified that I would be a complete goober in their vicinity.

Fortunately, it was just another day on the set, y'know? We had too much going on to boggle at famous folk. Granted, *everyone* was a little star-struck when Penn Gilette showed up for a cameo one day, but even then, the gang played it cool and only (politely) approached him during the crew dinner break.

Granted, this was very much the indie/non-union scene. I suspect that in a union/pro-industry ditto, Mr. G would have been left the hell alone. ;)

[almostwitty]

Well, you had a job to do :)

In this case, I didn't have a job at all... I just abused my staff privileges for the first, and perhaps only time.

Oh, and there was photocopying RTD's initial proposal... but that's another story...