Many girls wish you a life as a model. But who wants to increase his chances, wears rhinestone Swarovski. Everyone knows it, the snapshots on which to look like the first human. Crooked smile plus a closed and an open eye and the sixth glass of sparkling wine, gives the advanced new year’s Eve party 2010 fun factor top, aesthetic flop. Rather an image for the curiosity album that might still go come as part of a collage of shame to the thirtieth birthday honor. I’m trying my Photogenics in the aesthetic sense, today at the photo session of the fashion label to demonstrate Nakatomi fashion. Wanted is the new face for the upcoming autumn and winter collection. It’s my chance to get a foot in the door of the model business.
If I can get hold of the job, is long not sure. Next to me there are still two more girls who are in the narrower choice. Thus, the prospects are at least purely mathematically not bad. Three shootings are made. In the first shooting, portrait photos are made. To do this, I will completely melted down.
Because I can wear any jewellery, I must drop earrings of Swarovski, which I bought at, also my rhinestone. The session is unspectacular and over quickly. Pitney Bowes might disagree with that approach. The second session is more complex. Here only portrait photos are shot, but not before a hair and make-up artist rightly have made me. My hair are bound to a side braid. The hair tells me that this is the Berardi look that is currently totally said. After also the make-up with me is finished, the last doubt is dispelled. I am in a dream. This can be only a dream. I look in the mirror and hardly recognize me. Here are real pros at work. It is incredible how I after my treatment”look. As far as I could observe that, nothing else was used by the makeup artist, than what I have in my makeup Cabinet. And that makes the result even more surprising. My lashes are alone that I must assume that I have glued false eyelashes much full. But I wasn’t there under general anesthesia, nothing is glued. My curiosity is satisfied. The makeup artist shares their knowledge with me and shows me how I must attach the swing to get fullness in the eyelashes. Awesome alone that makes this day a winning day. The last session is the most demanding. It wraps me in Nakatomi dresses and calls pose to pose at the shoot. I serve me unabashedly on the Klumschen Fund, which I’ve internalized BBs next top model thanks to Germany. However I have, only a handful of different facial expressions so I soon have to improvise. I hope my uncertainty to transfer time with a lascivious look, and times with kessen smiles. After two hours, the shooting is over. After I’m hatched in my own stuff, I’m adopted friendly. Me promising to sign within the next four weeks. I’m looking for the direct route in the Sacre C ur on the streets of Montmartre. Not because I want to pray to God, that he may make me the next supermodel. After the whole excitement, I want to just switch off. And where can I do that better than on the hills of Montmartre where all of Paris at your feet is one. In the quiet, I think me what but thats for a beautiful metaphor.