How is a typical day for a model you might wonder? Or maybe you have never given it a thought - which would not be strange at all. Either way, here is your chance to find out, as I have decided to share about a rather hectic, stressful, and slightly comical day from last week. Well it's at least a day from my model life, I'm sure most girls aren't as clumsy and badly organised as me - and would therefore probably have slightly different experiences to me :p
A big part of the model profession is to go and see clients at castings and show them your portfolio, in hope that they will book you for a job. I’m usually informed about my castings one working day in advance, which means I can't really plan my day until the evening before. Once I have gotten all of my casting information through, I make a travel plan for the following day as the location for the castings can literally be anywhere in London.
So about 4pm the afternoon before ‘the day’ (or last Thursday to be exact), my agency called me with a casting for an amazing job! Im taking, a life changing sort of job….. These castings doesn’t come up very often (not for me anyway :p) and the chances of actually meeting their very strict requirements are super small. But this time I actually ticked the boxes as they were looking for a girl in her mid 20s with a blonde bob. I was not given any more castings for this day, and assumed that this would be my only one. This suited me well as I had a test shoot booked in with a Polish photographer later that day.
I have a tendency to be late for things - It’s not a good quality I know, I just can’t help it. I think my main problem is the fact that I'm a 'time optimist', with that I mean I'm a person who always believes that I can fit more things into a day than what is physically possible. Some might argue that there are also some good sides to this optimism - as although I might not make everything that I have planned, I will still achieve way more then if I was pessimistic about my time... just saying :p So on Thursday morning I got up early to make sure I would not need to rush or stress before this very important casting. I started my morning reading an article a friend just sent me with the headline: 'This is why it’s healthy to be late’, I’m not making it up! You can click on the title to read the article (if you understand Danish that is). So lets just say I was particularly healthy last Thursday… Because I got up so early, I had the excellent idea that I should go for a morning swim (before my casting!?!?). So I went to my local pool and did a proper 45 min session. Once out of the pool and able to check my phone, I saw that I had several missed calls and 2 voice messages from my modeling agency, and most importantly: I was running late!!! So I rush out of the gym whilst listening to my messages and find out that I have 2 more castings that morning which had only come in last minute. One of my bookers was wondering if I could make one of them BEFORE the original one which I was already late for. So there I was again, rushing and late – so very typically me.
When I finally sit down to do my makeup I realise I have major goggle marks all around my eyes!!! It basically looked like someone had punched me in the face. So I’m about to go to maybe my most important casting of the year and my face is a total mess, oh and lets not forget - I’m also late. My stress levels are basically hitting the roof at this point whilst I’m rubbing my face, desperately trying to get rid of my stunning goggle marks – luckily it was sort of working. I spent the time I had left doing my absolute best at giving my hair a nice looking blow dry, which is something I’m already pretty bad at - and being under time pressure didn’t exactly make me any better at it. This particular day in London was extremely windy, so before running of to my first casting (the really important one) I decided to put my hair in a loose bun to save my newly styled hair from the unforgiving wind.
I obviously haven’t had a chance to sort out my nails, and on big casting like these they always ask to see your hands. Why on earth did I not sort this out the night before!?! My solution was to bring my nail kit with me, and I ended up giving my self a manicure on the underground. Yes, I got some pretty ugly looks from other passengers when getting my nail polish out, but hey – what other option did I have!? I finally arrive at the correct stop and run of with my newly polished and still wet nails. I was wearing a kind of short jean skirt, which I felt creeping up whilst walking towards the escalators. Miniskirts and escalators are not a good match for obvious reasons…. I’m in desperate need to pull down my skirt but doing this would ruin my not yet dried nails. So what would it be, ruin my nails, or show of a bit of my bum cheeks to some of the other travelers? I figured that my integrity was more important than having perfect nails. So I grab the skirt and yank it down, leaving my nails looking even wore than before even giving them a manicure. Oh well, this day is already going amazingly well so why not just keep adding to it!
I finally make it to the casting (only 5 minutes late), and they didn’t mind at all. Phew! There were still like 7 girls ahead of me so I had plenty of time to go and freshen up in the ladies room. I take out the hair clip that was keeping the loose bun together, and let my hair down. I’m having a mini panic once I see that the bun has left my hair in an ugly sort of curl, making my hair stick out to all sorts of directions. Excellent! My only solution was to wet my hair to try and calm down the crazy curls, which kind of worked – but it also left me with flat and frizzy hair. I haven’t mentioned this yet but this dream casting was actually for a hair product, so having nice looking hair was kind of key here.
After waiting at this casting for over half an hour, I’m realising that I’m about to miss out on my next one and there are still 4 more girls ahead of me. I was told I could leave the casting and come back again later, which I did. So I sprint to the next one, making it just in time. At this second casting they asked me to do a goofy dance in front of the camera, which is obviously not awkward at all… I just love it when I get to make a fool out of my self like that :P haha! So I do my very best silly/modelly dance before running back to casting number 1. I was sort of expecting to wait for a long time again, but the casting director called up my name straight away - less than a minute after arriving. So with no chance of gathering my self, I enter the casting a bit flustered and sweaty. I was told to use the product (I can't tell you what, as I’ve sign a confidentiality form) whilst having a relaxed inner smile. So I do my best, and was pretty happy with my performance… That was until the lady casting this told me that my smile was more of an orgasmic smile, which is obviously not what they had in mind. What!? I was soooo embarrassed! I of course did not intend to give her an orgasmic smile - I don’t even know what that looks like. Anyway, we had a laugh about it and she asked me to go through it once more. Luckily I did way better the second time around, and the casting director seemed pleased. Even so, taking everything else in to consideration I highly doubt I will get a callback for this job. It’s a miracle if I do :P haha!
I finished my day photographing with Sussex based photographer Marcin Kopycinski, arriving almost an hour late to our appointment of course. Luckily Marcin was running a bit late him self, and we ended up getting some lovely photos! Only bad thing with this shoot was that I started off the whole session by walking in stinky dog poop, witch made me reek of crap for the rest of our shoot. I would be surprised if something like this hadn't happened to be fair, as it seemed like I was just having one of these days....
So all in all it was a stressful day and I think I reached new levels of worrying, but it was also a productive, energetic and good day :) I’m annoyed with my self that I managed to mess up this amazing casting, but I still don’t think that all hope is lost. Stranger things have happened I guess!
(Quick update from Thursday the 10th of August, one week after casting: I got a call back and have been optioned for the amazing job! It doesn't mean I have gotten the job, but at least it means that I'm still in the running. Yay, I just cant belive it!)