Diary of a model
Lily spends her days as a model, rushing from shoot to show and then to another casting. On Amayzine, she tells you all about what her life is really like. Under a different name, of course, but that means she can share all the juicy details. This week: poodle naked in a meadow with a feels-like temperature of two degrees.
Last weekend I flew last-minute to a beautiful island. One thing you can be sure of when you fly to such a beautiful place: this will be a location shoot. Great, because I was really looking forward to striking some poses at a beautiful location.
We stayed with the whole team in a beautiful hotel in the middle of the city. At 5:30 AM, I was ready at the makeup artist's room. Since you are dependent on the sun for location shoots (especially for the sunset), such a day always starts nice and early. After makeup and breakfast, we left for the location: a beautiful red cliff. We walked across three grassy fields with suitcases full of clothes to a deserted piece of cliff. So far so good, right? What a charmed life I have.
While the photographer was busy finding the perfect shooting spot, I stripped down to a skin-colored thong in the middle of an open meadow (models have no shame). It was about twelve degrees, and since we were by the sea, there was an extremely cold ‘breeze’. But a model never complains about the cold, because we models have no feeling. I quickly turned into a little chicken (read: goosebumps all over) and put on the first summer outfit. The shoot went quite smoothly at first, the team was satisfied, the photos looked good, and I was an ice cube. Unfortunately, halfway through, the clouds ruined the sunny vibe, but that didn't dampen the fun, so we kept going.
Fortunately, the producer brought a cup of tea, which I could warm my hands on from time to time. I chose not to drink it. Why? Well, in an open meadow on a windy cliff, it's quite difficult to pee, so I challenged my bladder to the point of explosion. I managed to hold that all day and sprinted to the bathroom upon arriving at the hotel.
Back to the cold: since the sun was playing hide and seek in the meantime, it felt even colder, so the makeup artist covered my blue lips with red lipstick. Around 2 PM, it was time for lunch. Under a shelter, hiding from the suddenly appeared downpour, we ate lukewarm pizza (a top model diet).
After that, we shot again, shivering. I started to lose feeling in my body to the point where I could do nothing but stare blankly ahead between shots, while the assistant wrapped a blanket around me. For the last photo, I got a diva-sized pair of sunglasses on my nose. This came in handy because tears suddenly welled up in my eyes when the makeup artist asked how I felt. I couldn't answer anymore, so he decided it was enough and told the photographer that I really needed to get in the car to warm up. With some reluctance from the photographer (because the chance of a sunbeam was getting smaller and the car was a two-minute walk away), I was supported by the styling assistant to the car. However, when I tried to climb into the car, I couldn't do it anymore. My legs no longer responded to the commands from my brain. In the end, the producer lifted me into the car. After ten minutes with the heating on full blast, I climbed out of the car one last time for the final photo.
The tricky thing about such a day is that as a model, you don't want to complain, but you also have to be careful not to push your limits too far. When my legs stopped listening, I realized that I had pushed my body too far that day. But how are you supposed to know where your limit is before you cross it?
The lovely people from the team, the warm shower in the hotel, and the delicious Italian food after the shoot made up for a lot. Next time, I will try to recognize my limits a bit earlier. But it remains the ultimate model struggle: summer clothes are shot in winter and winter clothes in summer. So there will be many more shivering legs and sweaty armpits to come in my career.
XX kisses from Lily
