A Series Of Fortunate Events

First off, I just want to apologise for the lack of posts this past month. In four weeks a lot has happened and I don’t really know where to begin. After 9 months being with Next model management London, I received an email saying with immediate effect I was being removed from the agency as I couldn’t live in London 100% of the time for financial reasons. When I was living there I had £2 to spend on food per day. I was living in poverty. I lost a stone. I couldn’t afford fresh milk or a loaf of bread. My daily meal was either a portion from a 74p value pack of rice or pasta with some cheap sauce. I felt like I hit the jackpot if I found a reduced ready meal in the tiny supermarkets.

The thing with the fashion industry is, you can work on a big job and earn the money, but you won’t see that money for at least 3 months. I have been waiting a lot longer. Anyway, I moved back home and travelled down whenever there were big castings or I was booked directly, but in the end it didn’t work out and that was it. And I have never been happier.

4 days later, I was signed to Boss Model Management, here’s my profile – http://www.bossmodelmanagement.co.uk/models/main-board/women/sophie-bailey.htm

Then I ran away to Rhodes for a week so didn’t have time to blog in the pool (Sorry but it was worth it)! But now I’m back and ready to work and blog all about it on the way!

I have been working on some amazing shoots with awesome clients in the past month and I can’t wait to share them with you, but all in good time!

Portrait by one9photography

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Please Don’t Feed The Models

I saw a T-shirt when I was 15 or 16 with the phrase “Please Don’t Feed The Models” em blazed across it. I thought it was pretty funny and kinda wanted one just so I could binge on fast food and laugh hysterically in it. Unfortunately, I never got round to doing it.

This blog post is just about my own experiences I have encountered about my size/weight in the industry and how I dealt with them. Whilst I was still doing my A-levels, I sent some photos to a couple agencies just to see how far I could get and hopefully take it further once I left school. I sent one email to a very established agency in New York and within an hour a very camp american man rang me. I don’t remember the conversation word for word but it went something like this: Continue reading