A couple of weeks ago I emailed a listing from Craig’s List: Wanted Print AD Models! I rec’d a response the very next day stating that I “had a good look for print ads” and to, “Please call to schedule an appointment.”
Three Tuesday’s ago I met with Artist Management, a division of The Hollywood Management Co., specifically a classy man named Dillon. He was very easy to speak with and very up front. I was chewing gum and he was all, “First lesson, never chew gum.” I apologized and he said, “Hey, I don’t give a shit, it’s just gum but potential employers have issues with it.”
He broke my looks down and said, “You’re very pretty.” Then he proceeded to say, “Wow, those lips are great are they yours?” I told him, “Since birth, they didn’t call me duck lips for nothing.” Then he said, “You know women all over pay lots of money for lips like that, and that hair, you have great hair, yeah, I see you doing all these hair ads and lots of lipstick, lots of it.” I said, “Thank you” and thought it was funny because I never wear lipstick, I think it makes my lips look huge. Then he said, “here is what happens, Mary Brady is the modeling agent and she decides who she wants, I do the initial interviews to weed out the models, then I take the applications back to her and we discuss. I’m giving you an A++ because I think you’re an absolute doll and I believe you could make a lot of money.” Out of 300 emails Mary responded to 40, out of the 40 only 4-5 models will be choosen.
A week later Dillon calls me and says, “Mary wants you, welcome aboard!” I was so flipn excited I went and told everyone the news. Dillon also hooked me up with this photographer for my Lifestyle fashion shots for a ZED card. Which is a card with about 3-4 pictures of you in your clothes posing and crap, casting agents needs this to cast for models. It’s a lot different then a head shot when it comes to modeling, I guess.
Last Friday I had an appointment with the photographer and we shot all along Wilshire Blvd. I had this knitted shit that was waist long but longer when you pulled it down. I also happened to bring some tights. The photographer decided that this would be a perfect outfit. Me in this shirt with black tights and stiletto boots…in a shirt that barely covered my ass, I did it I have no qualms about nudity, if people want to see my ass naked (not a pretty site) then so be it, more power to them. Apparently people did want to see my ass because as I was shooting in this alley way I turned around to put my pants back on and there was a few guys waiting for the bus just gawking. Every location shot we did someone was whistling out their window as they drove by, it was obnoxious, it really was. I mean it’s LA for Christ sakes they should be use to this shit!
I have to go back tomorrow to check out my photos and bring them home. I’m looking forward to how they look, and what I look like. I’m always insecure when it comes to photographers I don’t know because they don’t know me. I work with my roommate “Two Times” and she knows how to shoot me she just gets me at all the right angles and when you look at the picture it still maintains my integrity, you know. I took headshots for my school and I walked away seriously disappointed. The woman just pointed her camera and clicked she did not even pay attention to angles or proportions. Moreover, the photos did not look at all like me. So I guess until then….
Three Tuesday’s ago I met with Artist Management, a division of The Hollywood Management Co., specifically a classy man named Dillon. He was very easy to speak with and very up front. I was chewing gum and he was all, “First lesson, never chew gum.” I apologized and he said, “Hey, I don’t give a shit, it’s just gum but potential employers have issues with it.”
He broke my looks down and said, “You’re very pretty.” Then he proceeded to say, “Wow, those lips are great are they yours?” I told him, “Since birth, they didn’t call me duck lips for nothing.” Then he said, “You know women all over pay lots of money for lips like that, and that hair, you have great hair, yeah, I see you doing all these hair ads and lots of lipstick, lots of it.” I said, “Thank you” and thought it was funny because I never wear lipstick, I think it makes my lips look huge. Then he said, “here is what happens, Mary Brady is the modeling agent and she decides who she wants, I do the initial interviews to weed out the models, then I take the applications back to her and we discuss. I’m giving you an A++ because I think you’re an absolute doll and I believe you could make a lot of money.” Out of 300 emails Mary responded to 40, out of the 40 only 4-5 models will be choosen.
A week later Dillon calls me and says, “Mary wants you, welcome aboard!” I was so flipn excited I went and told everyone the news. Dillon also hooked me up with this photographer for my Lifestyle fashion shots for a ZED card. Which is a card with about 3-4 pictures of you in your clothes posing and crap, casting agents needs this to cast for models. It’s a lot different then a head shot when it comes to modeling, I guess.
Last Friday I had an appointment with the photographer and we shot all along Wilshire Blvd. I had this knitted shit that was waist long but longer when you pulled it down. I also happened to bring some tights. The photographer decided that this would be a perfect outfit. Me in this shirt with black tights and stiletto boots…in a shirt that barely covered my ass, I did it I have no qualms about nudity, if people want to see my ass naked (not a pretty site) then so be it, more power to them. Apparently people did want to see my ass because as I was shooting in this alley way I turned around to put my pants back on and there was a few guys waiting for the bus just gawking. Every location shot we did someone was whistling out their window as they drove by, it was obnoxious, it really was. I mean it’s LA for Christ sakes they should be use to this shit!
I have to go back tomorrow to check out my photos and bring them home. I’m looking forward to how they look, and what I look like. I’m always insecure when it comes to photographers I don’t know because they don’t know me. I work with my roommate “Two Times” and she knows how to shoot me she just gets me at all the right angles and when you look at the picture it still maintains my integrity, you know. I took headshots for my school and I walked away seriously disappointed. The woman just pointed her camera and clicked she did not even pay attention to angles or proportions. Moreover, the photos did not look at all like me. So I guess until then….
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