Yes, I know it's been awhile since I updated this thing, but I haven't forgotten about it. The truth is that at the moment the whole modelling industry seems to be going down the shit pan rapidly and what with bookings, cancellations, the calendar, birthday parties, losing money, losing patience and generally being so busy that my diary is melting and my computer is screaming I have been very busy lately. The other day I did the unthinkable and actually turned my computer off for a little while. Sadly when I did get back to it I had to trawl through 146 emails mainly from people who didn't have a clue what they were talking about.
Anyway, it's early in the morning and it's a new day. I am powered by caffeine and nicotine - the two greatest and most powerful sources on earth. So strap in and prepare yourself for the inevitable rollercoaster of wrath we are about embark upon.
Ready? Ready.
The deminse of the internet modelling industry. Obviously the words 'demise' and 'of' and 'modelling industry' do not bode well for myself or my fellow models (especially those of us who do not have the requisite 32-22-32 statistics to be signed to most agencies). So who do we blame? The models? The photographers? Heat magazine? Big Brother? The truth is I blame all of them. Because right now everyman and his dog wants his five minutes in the spotlight. I bet if you did a survey of 14 year old girl's ambitions that a large perecentage of them would say model or to marry a footballer. Well let's have a reality check shall we ladies? For those of us who live in the real world this is a job, a profession and an industry not a fast ticket to Chinawhites. For every Jordan there are a thousand girls trying to make it, some working hard to earn a minimum wage and sometimes even less - doing it for the love and the passion and not the infamy. Three years now and I've yet to sup from a single glass of bubbly in Funky Buddha, I am yet to appear in my own three page article ion The Sun about how I just bought a new biro and the closest I have ever come to marrying a footballer is standing on Steven Gerrard's driveway.
The sad truth of it, that although my job is different, it is no more noticeable or newsworthy then your local postman's is. It is this delusional belief that modelling makes you better then everyone else that makes so many girls think they deserve to do it. Of all the modelling sites I work from there are an inumerate number of new models everday and a steadily declining amount of work. Models who believe that they should be paid above professionals who have worked for years, because their boyfriend told them they should be a model.
Models are turning against photographers, photographers are turning against models, professionals are turning against amateurs. Perhaps one day we could all sit around a giant virtual reality campfire, break out the guitars and teach the world to sing. But unfortunately, jaded is our view and tarnished are our ideals. For most of us, the best plan seems to be to get comfy down between this rock and hard place we've put ourselves in. Because if we tell a new model with new hope, bad attitude and a 'the world owes me this' outlook that she is kidding herself and that we would very much like her to fuck off, then we damage ourselves. We are branded as being dream crushers and bullies. Funnily enough I was bullied myself for years, maybe thats why I can take the criticism without being reduced to tantrums and throwing my toys out of my pram. We are supposed to sit back and support and welcome these fame seeking money draining wannabes into our industry and settle back while they take our jobs without any justification. They lower the bar for expectations and so more and more models are becoming lazy, inarticulate and shallow, leaving photographers to imagine all models are this way inclined and to let us suffer the fall out of their actions.
But don't worry girls, because one beautiful day there will be the realistion that we are not bullies or haters, and the photographers will realise that the reason they only book models who can't perform, who don't turn up and who drain their pockets without yielding results is because all of the real models will be sitting here, between the rock and the hard place, painting their toenails and saying we told you so.
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