Yesterday, I had an eight-hour photoshoot for my new lookbook with model Tina J of Fusion Models. Every time I am at a shoot, I am shocked anew at how unglamorous a model’s day is. Poor Tina had to wedge rings onto her fingers over and over … then pry them off with some help from Vaseline. By the end of the shoot, her knuckles were swollen. For one look, she was lying on a piece of Plexiglass with photographer Shane LaVancher standing above her and her head balanced on a jar of pins (it was the only thing that was the right height). And I think she spent a full hour with her lips pursed, pretending to blow into my Virginia Woolf Whistle. Seriously uncomfortable. There’s also a lot of waiting around while we perfect the lighting … the job is definitely not all that it’s cracked up to be.
Here are some Instagram shots of the behind-the-scenes action.
Speaking of models, I wound up on some party planner’s mailing list and was amused to get this email about an event at Tiffany (spelling errors are not mine):
“Due to an overwhelming response for the Tiffany Event tonight, they have pre-wristbanded their VIP’s due to capacity and fire marshall issues. They will not be able to grant acces to my guests at Tiffany & Co. this evening. Any models who rsvp’ed will be admitted to the event, but they cannot bring any guests unless thier guests are models too.”
I wondered briefly if would-be guests just had to be tall and skinny in a model-like way or if they had to bring their portfolios as proof. Then came the followup email (again, spelling errors not mine):
“This is a message retracting the statement from the prior email that only models will be admitted and that their guests had to be models too.
We have been informed that the best looking guests will be admitted wether they are models or not. Models can bring whoever they want to the event. We were worried that good people might be turned away at the door, but have been assured that the best looking people will have no problem.”
High!Larious! No breakfast … or lunch, dinner or party at Tiffany’s for you uglies! Of course, a preference for the pretty people has been a door policy since the Studio 54 days, but to put it in writing and send it out to the world? On behalf of Tiffany, whose name is synonymous with high quality and good taste? I am clutching my pearls with horror!