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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Wonderland

On March 6th my alarm woke me up at 4:30am for another days work. I forced myself out of bed questioning myself why do I model? Why do I put myself through this? IT’S 4:30! Nobody should have to be put through this torture! Once I had a cup of caffeine, though, my grumpiness turned into excitement. I was on my way to shoot for Wonderland magazine. However I was travelling from Manchester to The Loft Studios in London, which took nearly 4 hours. That journey has put my off commuting in the early hours of the morning for life.

I arrived at the studios at about 8:45, sat down for a few minutes with another cup of coffee, then it was into hair and make-up. The hair was how I would love to wear mine every day, very grungy with a wet look, pinned up in sections. I’m no hair dresser so that’s the best I can describe it! Every item of clothing was Vivienne Westwood as this editorial was a designer spotlight shoot. It’s at times like these I wish models actually did get freebies! Continue reading

London Fashion Week A/W12

On Monday 13th February 2012, I began castings for London Fashion Week. I had a vague idea of what to expect, but nothing can prepare you for fashion week until you have done it. On Monday I had 11 castings, and each day closer to LFW the number would rise. By Thursday 16th I had 20 castings in one day! But even during fashion week between the 17th – 22nd, there were still castings and fittings in between the shows, so it became even more hectic.

My agency, Next Models, even gave me a fashion week survival bag with the phrase “Speak To My Agent” imprinted in bold colourful letters. It was full of useful things to get me through the week such as cereal bars, little cans of deodorant and dry shampoo, concealer for the bags under your eyes from being so tired, cleansing wipes, and a handful of other little things. It really was a little life saver when you had to look presentable and refreshed to clients on hardly any sleep! Continue reading

Just A Little Introduction

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.

India Hobson photography