Hello to all readers of the Beauty Viewer channel!
I have a very proactive friend Irishka. She boils for any, straight generator of something interesting in case "it seems to have everything, but you don't know what you want."
Ira saw that the modeling agency (where the director is her relative, who did not know that she would come) there is a set of age models 25+ and quickly signed up. Then she started terrorizing me to go with her. I am not a fan of this kind of events, and the modeling business is not at all mine. I can't pose at all, but I walk in heels like a paralyzed grasshopper.
In general, when it comes to heels, a bore wakes up in me. I begin to tell you that varicose veins and bumps on your feet are not at all an equivalent payment for the fact that someone out there among the people in the background will say that you look like candy.
I agreed to go to the casting simply because without this spontaneous undertaking the day would have passed boringly, at the computer. So at least it is useful to unwind, otherwise there is a lot of routine work ahead.
When signing up for the casting, I sent my height, age and city of residence. That is, they did not care at all about the weight of the candidates. It was necessary to come in tight clothes so that the figure could be seen, in heels and a minimum of makeup.
I came. It seems that it was originally announced that casting is for older models. But there were girls over 25, and very young. Even men! More precisely, one guy. The other two saw the crowd of girls and fled safely. Frightened, worried, or the urge to powder the nose - one can only guess.
I looked at all the girls and wanted to leave instantly: they are all so different, but each of them has its own special beauty. Every five minutes she repeated to Ira: "What are we doing here, where are the age models? We, old women, need to run, study the receipts of housing and communal services and calculate pension coefficients". In general, I thought that there would be 15 people at most, but in fact - more than 40 people for sure.
The director gathered all of us and explained what needed to be done. The selection consisted of two parts. The first is a photo: you have to stand straight and turn so that the photographer can take photos from different angles to see the figure, plus five posing options. The second part is a video: the manager filmed us on our phones, and we had to walk in a straight line almost like on the podium, the main thing is not to put your hand on your belt, not wiggle your hips and not take huge steps, as we all saw from the shows fashion.
The director said to walk freely, as if they went to the store for bread. "Well, yes, every day I go for bread on the road in my SNT on stiletto heels", - I thought and panicked even more.
The panic was not because they wouldn't take me. This is not what I originally came for. There was a fear of disgrace, passing crookedly, and maybe even getting tangled in my legs, or being blunt, thinking up poses in front of the photographer. But I pulled myself together, it was not for nothing that I watched 10 seasons of "America's Next Top Model" about 8 years ago :-)
And the girls who came to the casting were almost all worried, because of the excitement, no one even looked at you, everyone did not care.
When they started filming our gait on video, some had to walk 2-4 times. Someone was told by the manager to change or change their shoes altogether, because either the heels were very high, or someone's shoes were out of size, or the clothes were too wide.
Surprisingly, they recorded a video with me the first time. I don't know if this is good or bad. Maybe the manager thought that I was hopeless and decided not to torture me with repeated walks :-)
It was easy for me to take a full-length photo in the pose of a soldier, you just see the flash and turn a little. But when it was the turn of free posing, this was where the snag began. I somehow got abruptly lost in space, forgot everything that I had once seen in the portfolio of other models and how they pose for the covers of magazines, I was very dumb and did not know how to get up. As a result, out of five poses, I persuaded the photographer into three. Well, what to do, zero skill, I'm forgivable :-) By the way, he showed me a photo, it turned out very much even nothing.
I sent the video to the director, it was necessary according to the casting conditions, and they choose within 24 hours. Although initially she did not come to take me, sometimes we are strange women.
Overall, I really liked this experience. Would I do it again? Yes! And I advise everyone: you look at yourself from the outside and in a completely different way. What if it's fate and they take you? Why not? It's never too late to try something new.
I have not received an answer yet and honestly really look forward to a refusal :-) I will write the result in the comments. The whole action took place yesterday.
Why am I all this? You know, there are times when everything is boring. It seems like you want something new, but you don't know what. And you start looking for something new, previously unknown to you. It seems like this Soviet psychologists called "objectify". I could be wrong (correct in the comments). In something new, you start to change a little. For example, I realized that excitement is normal, and you are not the only one at this casting who thinks to himself how not to embarrass himself. This makes it easier and the next time at such events you will feel more confident.
Something like this. Have a nice day, everyone!:-)
