Firstly, I should have started this blog a long, long time ago, (6 months ago to be precise), when I began modelling full time.
I basically just want to write about my experiences in this industry, because I have been stereotyped and judged for what I do, and I want you all to see that it’s by no means an easy job.
I did my first photoshoot when I was 14, and it was the scariest day of my life. It felt like somebody had shoved me onto a stage with a full audience watching me in silence, just waiting for me to entertain them. I remember standing in front of the camera shaking. I felt like I was going to puke. You can see the fear in my eyes and the way I posed. (Maybe one day I will share them just for fun). Believe me, it takes a lot of practice to learn fluent posing, and to be comfortable in front of the camera. Anybody that says their first shoot was effortless and easy, is lying.
I worked as a freelance model in Manchester for 4 years, modelling part time whilst in full time education. It was great to work with local photographers to build up my portfolio, and more importantly my confidence in front of the camera. This eventually led to paid work and some great connections in my area. I fell in love with doing shoots, so much that I wanted to drop out of school to do it full time so badly! I never did though. I waited. However, I must admit I did miss a few school days to shoot which was terrible to do, but I don’t regret it in the slightest. I achieved my GCSE’s, and then my A-levels, and in the summer of 2011 I took the train to London in search of an agency.
The first agency I went to turned me down in quite a harsh manner which shook my confidence. I remember waiting for the tube holding back tears because I thought all the other agencies would say exactly the same thing. I then headed over to Next model management. They browsed through the portfolio I put together myself, took some clean polaroids with no make-up on, and asked me to walk in some killer high heels they had. After I wobbled a walk for them, they asked me to walk again but with larger strides. I did as they asked and slipped, nearly doing the splits. I thought after that embarrassing moment they would turn me away like the last agency, but they said they wanted to take me on! I just remember replying “YAY!”. I can’t even comprehend how happy I was. Let’s just say I celebrated a lot in a London pub that night.
My booker asked if I wanted to do London Fashion Week S/S12 which was less than two weeks away, in September. I was so stunned that they wanted to push me for the shows so soon, I thought I needed months of catwalk practice before being thrown into fashion week so I declined in panic saying “I’m not ready for fashion week!”
So we waited until next season in February 2012, which was the most nerve-racking week of my life. But I’m getting ahead of myself, I will blog about aaaaall of that in another post.
In November 2011, I stayed for a week in the model flat by Old Street for the first time. I had heard many stories about model flats, and I have seen the horrifying drama queens on Americas Next Top Model. I expected bitch fights every night and girls stealing my shoes. Thankfully, the girls were nothing like that, completely the opposite! The flat had 3 bedrooms and 7 beds with a large living area. Quite liveable!
In my next blog post, I will talk about how I had to prepare for castings, and the jobs I confirmed in that week.
I also promise that my other posts won’t be this long. It’s just I have so much I want to tell and it was my first post!
I will leave you all with some of the shots I picked from my Manchester portfolio when I went in search of an agency last year.