Pick me, pick me, I hear you all say. Well let me tell you, after taking part in a photo shoot early on a cold Sunday morning, one thing I know is that I wouldn’t want to do it for a living. It definitely isn’t all it is cracked up to be. While the end result may look effortless and glamorous, as we soon found out, the achieving of those results can be anything but. Ever tried running through wet streets in high heels, holding up a billowy white dress, whilst trying not to be blown away? Or performed a quick strip in and out of said dress, in a hotel toilet? No, well I’ve been there and trust me, it is not something you want to be doing very often.
Now I’m not saying that this process didn’t make for its fair share of laughs and ridiculous moments, not to mention attracting some very odd looks from passers-by, because it certainly did. However it is not really my ideal way to spend a Sunday morning. My idea of a perfect Sunday morning is sleeping late and waking slowly, followed by coffee and some reading. A world away from being thrust into the spot light and having to fulfil the many minute directions of the photographer. Look this way, look that way, chin down, chin up, smile, don’t smile, move left, move right. And in the end, feeling sure you look anything but natural.
So after an hour of being the centre of attention I was more than happy to fade back into the background and be able to look where and how I pleased. While being a model sounded like a great thing to do and was an interesting experience, to those people who do this on a daily basis, all I can say is, I’m glad it’s you and not me.
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