After a decisive dry spell, on the 17th I took the morning off to again visit Lux Studios along with every other model in Sydney. 15 minuets early and the line was around the corner, five people wide. I changed from birkenstocks to black suede stilettos and the line grew by seven. In the intervening time I noticed the shearer breadth of people. As well as the models from New York to London, from fellow starters that I had seen in my development years to international beauties; there where cameras and reporters form Channel 9 and the Sydney Morning Herald. I still had no idea what I was here for as the call sheet had only the address and phone numbers although I was sure that it was the most important casting so far.
At a quarter past with the line now reaching into the hundreds we where ushered in 10 at a time to be seated in rows along a runway in a room lined with the words 'David Jones' and the pressure mounted. I realised that I hadn't practised my walk and that I nearly didn't bring my heels. I had 30 people in front of me yet to walk, watch and compose myself. In that time I noticed four things: (1) Many of them where asked to walk faster mid walk but still not walk fast enough then be asked to walk again. (2) The comp cards where being put into three piles; yes, no and maybe. (3) The men wore chinos or jeans and tight t-shirts, the women wore short cheap cotton dresses in black or white. (4) While we where all waiting three girls came in and where aloud to go before those who where waiting. They had their pictures taken with casters and where aloud to chat with them before walking, one giving each a peck on the cheek. I assumed that they where girls who where invited back form last year (and no Miranda Kerr was not there).
When it was my turn everything that I had been told was forgotten and I clopped along without comment form the casters. I was not asked to walk faster and I did not see which pile I went into.
From there I walked back to Town Hall and took the train to Milsons Point and Wild Life Hair Salon, apparently one of the best in Sydney with one of the best views in Sydney. Out the glass back wall was the Harbour Bridge and Luna Park. They called back in one day to say that I was wanted.
On the day I woke at 7 to arrive early at the studio in an old paint factory although no need as the key was not retrieved until 8:30. The wonderfully English Miss Jayne Wild and her team of 'popets, angels and darlings' blowdried by hair in the carpark to keep on schedule. I was pleased to know that Chanel a fellow ex-development girl was to be their with me as well as four new friends from other agencies. Chanel and I had hair pieces her in green, I in grey. Mine was teased from the top of my ears to the the bottom of my chin, to good visual effect although I spent so long in the shower washing the glue and hairspray out that my fingers wrinkled.
Being the first one to start I was the first one to finish and while calling the lift home Jayne offered to take me home on her way to pick up her suit case and go to the airport. We drove through Newtown, chatting in her Mercedes Benz.
At a quarter past with the line now reaching into the hundreds we where ushered in 10 at a time to be seated in rows along a runway in a room lined with the words 'David Jones' and the pressure mounted. I realised that I hadn't practised my walk and that I nearly didn't bring my heels. I had 30 people in front of me yet to walk, watch and compose myself. In that time I noticed four things: (1) Many of them where asked to walk faster mid walk but still not walk fast enough then be asked to walk again. (2) The comp cards where being put into three piles; yes, no and maybe. (3) The men wore chinos or jeans and tight t-shirts, the women wore short cheap cotton dresses in black or white. (4) While we where all waiting three girls came in and where aloud to go before those who where waiting. They had their pictures taken with casters and where aloud to chat with them before walking, one giving each a peck on the cheek. I assumed that they where girls who where invited back form last year (and no Miranda Kerr was not there).
When it was my turn everything that I had been told was forgotten and I clopped along without comment form the casters. I was not asked to walk faster and I did not see which pile I went into.
From there I walked back to Town Hall and took the train to Milsons Point and Wild Life Hair Salon, apparently one of the best in Sydney with one of the best views in Sydney. Out the glass back wall was the Harbour Bridge and Luna Park. They called back in one day to say that I was wanted.
On the day I woke at 7 to arrive early at the studio in an old paint factory although no need as the key was not retrieved until 8:30. The wonderfully English Miss Jayne Wild and her team of 'popets, angels and darlings' blowdried by hair in the carpark to keep on schedule. I was pleased to know that Chanel a fellow ex-development girl was to be their with me as well as four new friends from other agencies. Chanel and I had hair pieces her in green, I in grey. Mine was teased from the top of my ears to the the bottom of my chin, to good visual effect although I spent so long in the shower washing the glue and hairspray out that my fingers wrinkled.
Being the first one to start I was the first one to finish and while calling the lift home Jayne offered to take me home on her way to pick up her suit case and go to the airport. We drove through Newtown, chatting in her Mercedes Benz.
