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My New York Journal- Part 1

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It’s been all of two minutes & I am already bored. The line is out the door & around the corner. I can hear whispers of nerves & every face is full of excitement & exhaustion. This is the fifth casting of the day and it’s only 11.00am. My feet have officially lost all feeling thanks to my shoes & I’ve just realised that these jeans were are big mistake. Well actually it’s probably not the jeans that were the mistake, it’s more likely to have been the three bottles of water and two coffees. I couldn’t help it!! A day in this city on foot is like running a marathon.

Busting to pee. Busting to pee. Busting to pee. That is now all I am thinking about. Pee. Pee. Pee. Dear god! I am a child. I see no bathroom in sight & definitely no girl who’d be willing to hold my place in the line even if there was a bathroom to run too. Time to distract myself with thoughts. What rhymes with pee?

OK I am just going to have to settle in & suck it up! I can clock up some people watching. Or as I prefer to call it, research. As I watch people, I realise that watching the back of their heads isn’t all that fascinating. There are a few girls however that keep turning to look at me. Maybe they know me? I suppose they might recognise me from the blog? It’s only my first week in New York though…surely I am a nobody here.

They wouldn’t recognise an Australian blogger anyway? Everyone in this city is a blogger or a FSMP (aka Famous Social Media Person)… Should I ask them & use it as a way of introducing myself? Or is that arrogant? Probably. No I can’t ask. I was even too shy to link my portfolio with my blogs social media platforms. Using my personal accounts just seemed so much more … humble. But as usual, my Melbourne booker had the last word. I suppose she made a point when she told me that it was my blogs followers on Facebook, Instagram & Twitter that was what got me to NYC in the first place.

F*** that reminds me… I haven’t posted a picture for the agency yet. They want to track my travels by having me post, @ and # at each casting during the lead up to NYFW… #cantbef’d…

But I should. It’s the least I could do after all their work getting me this VISA. I swear to god that travelling as a model these days feels as if I am constantly a suspect for international crime. I can’t help but feel I’ll be instantly deported on arrival due to the hoops they make you jump through during the application process. And unfortunately in my case, it’s not a rare occasion when I tick the wrong box.

  • Are you Male or Female? I’m a chickybabeeee… MALE. Wrong.
  • Do you have wood or food items to declare? Unless gum counts, I don’t think so. YES. Wrong again. Why do they insist people use pens!
  • Do you have more than 10000USD on you? Ha! Yeah I wish!! YES. .no you don’t! New form please!
  • Are you carrying any animal parts with you? Ew No!!!! YES. F***
  • Have you been in South Africa over the past 6days? Just shopping in Singapore! YES. Wtf! The answer is NO! Back of the line dumbass.

But even so, a NYC legal team, 14 reference letters & a million tear sheets seems a little over the top for a 21 year old girl who spends her time writing a blog about the best cupcakes in Melbourne & posing for Target catalogues for a living. I am hardly a threat to this city!

Back to the point. Photo. Ok… so how should I play this? What the hell am I going to take a photo of? The girl in front of me looks young & cute…maybe I can ask her to partake in a selfie with me? Um No. Way too shy for that. Ok what else can I take a picture of? There is honestly nothing else around that screams “NYFW Casting”. Oh hang on I see something… Yes there it is. The line of 100 + gorgeous giants in front of me. Dickhead. Thank god no one hears my train of thoughts. Imagine that!! I wonder if people will be able to in the future… You could sell ad space in peoples mind……….

FOCUS! Right sorry. Ok I’ll just snap a photo of the models in line. Looks all artsy-fartsy thanks to the numerous sets of legs wearing different shades of high waisted jeans.

 

Stay tuned for the next edition of this Aussie models journal entry…

 

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