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: the life of a model is not without risks.

In a French harbor, a beautiful yacht was waiting for me. An old two-masted ship, a crew that arranges everything for us, beautiful dresses, and a makeup artist who curls my eyelashes after a facial massage. Life is glamorous again for the spoiled little model that I am.

But unfortunately, I quickly fell out of this glitter dream, as reality turned out to be a bit less fun. It started the morning of my flight. I woke up with a sore throat and a bit of a shivery feeling (no corona dear people, no panic!). As a precaution, I stocked up on paracetamol, Strepsils, and ibuprofen and took a few ginger shots with me to Schiphol.

Once I arrived at the location, I decided to skip the team dinner and crawl into bed as early as possible. Nothing beats a long night's sleep for a cold, I thought. Unfortunately, the next morning I didn't feel much better, so I started the day with a lovely pain-relieving cocktail. Additionally, everyone took a seasickness pill, as a strong wind was forecasted for that day. That pill came in handy: in the cabin, where I spent most of my time changing, you were tossed from side to side. Try balancing on one leg in heels to put on the next dress. It was ten degrees that day with occasional sunshine, and the wind made the conditions even less tropical. On the deck, I tried to maintain my balance in heels on a ship that swayed from side to side, without a life jacket and not tethered. Oh yes, and whether I wanted to look good for the camera. Shot one was a dance shot with my male colleague, who couldn't keep his balance even in flat shoes. At one point, I was thankfully allowed to take off the heels, as I really thought I might topple over the railing. The life of a model is not without risks, but this was just a bit too dangerous.

My favorite moment was probably the shot where I had to crawl in a huge dress to the bow of the sailing yacht (there were no ropes left to hold onto along the way), to pose at the tip for my Titanic moment.

Now you might wonder: weren't you cold? Well, no! I had 'numbed' myself with painkillers so much that I didn't even feel the cold anymore, a great technique, I thought. Unfortunately, this turned out not to be the best approach. In ten degrees, posing outside all day on a ship in the wind doesn't seem to be good for your immunity. The next day, I flew home, and once I arrived there, the thermometer indicated a fever of 39 degrees.

I decided to close my eyes and take a twenty-hour nap. The next morning, my fever had turned into a slight increase, and thanks to the care of the sweetest and best nurse I know (a.k.a. my mom), I felt like the little model again within three days. What have I learned from this? It's better to listen to my body and set my boundaries earlier. Because health and safety are more important than a great photo. #doitforthegram.

I woke up with a sore throat and a bit of a shivery feeling (no corona dear people, no panic!). As a precaution, I stocked up on paracetamol, Strepsils, and ibuprofen and took a few ginger shots with me.

XX Kisses from Lily