"When I'm a supermodel
and my hair will shine like the sea.
Everyone will wanna look just like me
me...
Cause I'm young and I'm hip, and so beautiful,
I'm gonna be a supermodel..."
It's been almost 2 years since my first "modeling" experience (I said that in a bad French accent in my head, so please go back and re-read that accurately). It involved me and one of my worst fears: a banana.
The photographer asked me to model for the project in which we were recreating paintings in photographs because she thought I looked like the girl in the particular painting. She didn't realize when she light-heartedly said "Hope you like bananas!" that I fear bananas more than most things in the world...clowns, spiders, Michael Caine, the Burger-King King guy in the commercials.
My lips were shaking the whole time, my palms were sweating, my heart was beating faster than a hummingbird's (okay, that's a wee exaggeration).
Ugh. I just relived it a bit writing that paragraph. :::shudder:::
Since that eventful night I have lost 100 pounds and gained a shitload of confidence (thanks Cole).
Having been asked more and more recently if I model or if I am interested in modeling I've decided to give it a bit of a shot. For fun, not professionally by any means.
A month and a half ago or so Michelle wanted to shoot for tattoo magazines. Having not only her in my face with a camera but also Pete, the hairstylist, another model, and about 30 "recovering" alcoholics from a nearby AA meeting who came outside at the flashing lights watching would make ANYONE uncomfortable, right???
Michelle is half done editing that set...so the outcome remains to be seen. Let's just say I don't have the highest of hopes for my awkwardness.
Last night I did a few sets with The Jew. We had had some plans for a while. One of which was making a necklace out of rainbow Twizzlers. We were originally going to use another model for it, but then we decided I am like, so awesome and everything that why not use me? Ha.
I think we might have set a record for the number of times in one shoot that the photographer said "I HATE YOU" to the model. I kept trying to make her laugh which apparently models aren't supposed to do. My obstacle now is not only trying to ooze my confidence through the lense but doing so while remaining serious and attempting to make sexy-model-face. All I want to do is make faces, jump around, dance, do the hustle, etc. I find it necessary to be in motion, I feel like a complete FOOL just standing there...
Oi.
I think we got some good shots though, once I exhausted myself a lil' bit.
Have more shoots to plan. A jewelry designer contacted me about modeling. Oh yeah and this designer asked me about modeling on Saturday at the HK fashion show, and gave me her card. www.purrfectpineapples.com (yeah...SOMEDAY)
I'm workin' on it. I've just got to get better at being serious...
JAZZ HANDS!!!!
