I did say that I would procure this, ever so fab item. I get the feeling that this little friend is going to witness all my foibles this summer. We’re going places, little iconic white jacket and I! Sometimes we’ll be sporting ripped jeans and moisturiser and other times we’ll be swathed in flowery frocks and Mac Strobe Creme.
For every fab shot that appears in a magazine, there are a few that don’t, but which helped you get that Magazine or Advertising job. These shots are called ‘Tests’ which are pretty much the Washing Up of modelling. Quite a chore, but necessary. This shot is one of my many Tests. Here I was fortunate to borrow some clothes by Jasper Conran. ‘S quite hard being a Model…
I think that it won’t have escaped your notice that I have naturally, quite a mop on my head. But part of being a working model is accepting other people’s view of you particularly a client, and that everyone on set has a job to do, or be seen to be doing, so the tonging and consequent brushing of the tonged hair, at my job last week, were pretty much how I’ve spent most of my career…..
La Voila! Gorgeous, kind and visionary, Christian Lacroix and his posse, of which I’m one. This was taken the day after his Haute Couture show when his clients were quite literally queuing at his door to order their frocks. As his business director said, they were selling like bread rolls ( may have sounded cuter in french ).
Here I am, effortlessly holding a very pretty 5 year old girl. The photographer is Ross Feltus, Boris Becker’s former father in Law. Turns out he was quite a slow photographer, and this job got a little less effortless . I do seem to be frowning. German Vogue.
Supposedly perusing the internet for something completely different like light bulbs or something, my subconscious vanity hijacked me and suddenly I was quite happily sifting through anti wrinkle creams, truly . Don’t query the route I took to find these products from OZ Naturals, just read on.
Aaaagh! I’m a giant. A giant wearing a Turban for Italian Vogue, shot by very fierce photographer called Deborah Turbeville. I would elaborate, but feel that my time may be better spent learning to edit/crop my photos. OMG I thought I was getting somewhere with the tech stuff.
I have a Peacock known and loved by us all. He’s called Narcissus, and true to his name, is mostly found framed by, or admiring his reflection in, a window. He’s quite the curmudgeon and gourmand. Shouting if we are too noisy, and shunning bird food, particularly the type specified for Peacocks. Go figure. Anyway, we purchased him with the house, a sort of perching tenant. Narcissus, is like the Ravens at the Tower of London,talisman, gatekeeper and quite an arse really.
During my career, as an international Fashion model, I have clocked up a few miles on the world’s catwalks, sat in the make up artist’s chair for hundreds of hours, and been teased, backcombed and groomed by hairdressers for the same number of hours. I’ve been lucky enough to work as a model, for magazines, designers and directors in both beautiful, and mad places, shooting covers, and commercials. I am a style spy!
