The next week I sit outside on the porch rocking away on my rocking chair patiently waiting for the mail truck to come by. Holding my head in my hands I eye the corner of the street for any signs or noise of a truck proceeding it's way towards me. "Where is it?!" I murmur under my breath. All of a sudden the white truck appears like a ship bringing salvation, I jump up and anxiously walk and run to the mailman. He hands me a dozen envelopes with the knowledge that I am waiting for something, it's not hard to notice the anticipation in my face, he winks at me and drives away.
Second week....Nothing.
Where could my reward be?! I worked so hard for this...I didn't sleep the night of the photo shoot, Greyhounds as I soon found out are notorious for crying babies and snoring strangers.
I modeled in uncomfortable shoes, tight outfits and in skimpy underwear all for the credit of having been used by Montana Pritchard in his beautiful gallery exhibition. Not only did I do it for the guaranteed credit I could add to my portfolio and the unique experience to work with signed models, but also for the unmatched knowledge that I helped create art and used my body like a canvas to bring beauty and creativity to the artists.
What a great experience! I felt like royalty, we had almost anything we wanted catered to our feet. There was a 6,1" model signed by wilhelmina agency working side by side with me. I'm 5,8" and Alex is 5,8" and we are both 17, Bambi is 5,9" and is 20 years old, and then Kashka is the tallest one and the oldest at 22 or 23.
The third week came quickly but I had in a way given hope of ever seeing the finished product...Maybe I wasn't meant to be a model...Sadly, I didn't e-mail Montana asking him where the photos were anymore...I simply figured he was busy with more important work.
Then one day, my mom called me and the magic words fell out of her mouth. "They are here."
"What is here?" I chirped my heart beating a bit faster.
"Your pictures from that famous photographer are here!"
"Really?!" I exploded, I turned around and with pleading eyes begged my boyfriend to drive me to my mother's house.
In less than an hour we were back at his mother's house and ready to review the pictures. I told him to look away because I wanted to examine them first. He shook his head no and playfully we wrestled for the control of the computer mouse.
Finally the CD was in the drive, and the photos on the screen. We "Ooooh-ed" and "Ahhhh-ed" over the beautiful polished pictures. He turned to look at me and with one hand gently squeezed the shoulder closes to him.
"Jenny, you have the figure and look for this." His eyes twinkled
I smiled, "You think so?"
"Yeah, I don't have any doubts that where we are going you will be hired in the few weeks we dedicate to showing agencies your portfolio."
My smile was enormous now....Yes as my boyfriend he is suppose to be sweet, but this realistic, college graduate wouldn't flatter me unless he was certain I had a chance. His opinions in this business mean a lot since he was a model signed with IMG agency once upon a time ago. Unfortunately at the time he cared more for parties and the college life then his job...He regrets it now but in a way it has opened doors for him just the same.
So would you like to see the photos? Of course you do! (I'm sorry but I resized the original files to a smaller size due to people stealing pictures and not giving credit...Yes we are all guilty of doing it as some time or another so in this manner the temptation is lessen...I did save another file which is a close-up so you could see better where I am in the picture.) I hope you like them this was my first editorial style photo shoot. ^_^
Chicken for supper anyone? |
I am the one facing the camera |
Exquisite food and beautiful clothes |
I'm the one in the red dress |
Salads and elegant damsels |
I am the one sitting down |
Oooh Lala what do we have here? |
Yes, I have a black bra on |
A hunter's reward- sex and meat |
Yep that's me |
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