getting ready for the photo shoot....
The photographer finally called yesterday to confirm that were meeting on Wednesday at three, and to tell me what me bring. The whole clothing thing has had me up in arms since I made the appointmenton the contract it says that theyll take care of hair and make-up, but doesnt mention anything about wardrobe. Would they provide it? Was there a big closet somewhere, kind of like the costume room in the theatre department at college, only with trendy designer dresses instead of petticoats and the bottom half of a terry-cloth green bunny suit? Or was it possible that one of the girls they represent, the one whose comp card I had been totally drawn to, really did own a Von Dutch T-shirt and truckers hat? Turned out this must be the case. Yes, I am responsible for my own wardrobe.
The instructions on what to bring are as such: first, a fun outfit, something I would wear clubbing. Nothing too fancy, just something I would wear out. Second, a nice, summery dress. Something pretty. Also, a t-shirt and jeans. Last, either a swimsuit or lingerie, something that shows off my body. If youre not comfortable in a swimsuit, the photographer told me, lingerie is fine. This comment made no sense to meI mean, hundreds, probably thousands of people have seen me in a bikini. A considerably, considerably smaller number have seen me in my underwear. Not that Im shy; I just dont usually go to the beach in a corset.
Anyway, I knew it would take hours to decide what I wanted to wear, and even after those hours I would probably still end up bringing a suitcase to the shoot. It also gave me a good reason to finally do laundry. (It didnt hurt that I ran out of clean panties two days ago and have had to revert to the boxer shorts from my youre not a real lesbian unless all your clothes come from the mens department days.)
I was pretty sure I knew which dress I wanted to wear. Its the only really summery dress I havea red paisley BCBG halter dress with suede details. When I put it on though, I was worried that it was just a touch too big, didnt quite show off my figure and definitely didnt do good things for my less-than-A-cup chest. I have another BCBG dress thats a size smaller, a black cocktail dress, but it was just soblack, plus it has spaghetti straps and a low neck, so you can see the scars from when I had my clavicle piercings. (This is another one of my fearsthat Ill never get a job because of the scars, not to mention the ones on my left forearm and calf, which, if you know anything about depressed young women, were clearly not an accident. Isnt it cute, that the biggest regret I have about cutting myself is that its going to hurt my modeling career?) Next, I tried a green and yellow dress that I sewed for myself last summer, which I think I look totally cute in, but isnt exactly dressy. Its kind of retro, a lot more cute than sexy, and, once again, doesnt really show off my body. Finally, getting desperate here, I tried this bootleg dress I bought at some cheap-o store when I was living in England, and which I think is probably going to end up being the oneits a halter, too, so it covers my scars, and its made of some gross, synthetic, elasticy material so it hugs my ass and comes in all the way to my waist and doesnt really do anything for my chest, but doesnt take away from it, either.
It was pretty much the same story with the club clothesthese pants are too short; those are too loose; nobody wears corduroy to go dancing. At some point my phone rang; it was Duckie, saying some people were going to listen to a jam band around seven and did I want to come. I said sure, peeled myself out of the tight clothes I was wearing. I opened my drawer and easily picked out a my oldest Levis and a red T-shirt. And as I walked past our mirror in the living room that had been criticizing me for the last two hours, I couldnt help but be surprised at how damn good I looked.
The photographer finally called yesterday to confirm that were meeting on Wednesday at three, and to tell me what me bring. The whole clothing thing has had me up in arms since I made the appointmenton the contract it says that theyll take care of hair and make-up, but doesnt mention anything about wardrobe. Would they provide it? Was there a big closet somewhere, kind of like the costume room in the theatre department at college, only with trendy designer dresses instead of petticoats and the bottom half of a terry-cloth green bunny suit? Or was it possible that one of the girls they represent, the one whose comp card I had been totally drawn to, really did own a Von Dutch T-shirt and truckers hat? Turned out this must be the case. Yes, I am responsible for my own wardrobe.
The instructions on what to bring are as such: first, a fun outfit, something I would wear clubbing. Nothing too fancy, just something I would wear out. Second, a nice, summery dress. Something pretty. Also, a t-shirt and jeans. Last, either a swimsuit or lingerie, something that shows off my body. If youre not comfortable in a swimsuit, the photographer told me, lingerie is fine. This comment made no sense to meI mean, hundreds, probably thousands of people have seen me in a bikini. A considerably, considerably smaller number have seen me in my underwear. Not that Im shy; I just dont usually go to the beach in a corset.
Anyway, I knew it would take hours to decide what I wanted to wear, and even after those hours I would probably still end up bringing a suitcase to the shoot. It also gave me a good reason to finally do laundry. (It didnt hurt that I ran out of clean panties two days ago and have had to revert to the boxer shorts from my youre not a real lesbian unless all your clothes come from the mens department days.)
I was pretty sure I knew which dress I wanted to wear. Its the only really summery dress I havea red paisley BCBG halter dress with suede details. When I put it on though, I was worried that it was just a touch too big, didnt quite show off my figure and definitely didnt do good things for my less-than-A-cup chest. I have another BCBG dress thats a size smaller, a black cocktail dress, but it was just soblack, plus it has spaghetti straps and a low neck, so you can see the scars from when I had my clavicle piercings. (This is another one of my fearsthat Ill never get a job because of the scars, not to mention the ones on my left forearm and calf, which, if you know anything about depressed young women, were clearly not an accident. Isnt it cute, that the biggest regret I have about cutting myself is that its going to hurt my modeling career?) Next, I tried a green and yellow dress that I sewed for myself last summer, which I think I look totally cute in, but isnt exactly dressy. Its kind of retro, a lot more cute than sexy, and, once again, doesnt really show off my body. Finally, getting desperate here, I tried this bootleg dress I bought at some cheap-o store when I was living in England, and which I think is probably going to end up being the oneits a halter, too, so it covers my scars, and its made of some gross, synthetic, elasticy material so it hugs my ass and comes in all the way to my waist and doesnt really do anything for my chest, but doesnt take away from it, either.
It was pretty much the same story with the club clothesthese pants are too short; those are too loose; nobody wears corduroy to go dancing. At some point my phone rang; it was Duckie, saying some people were going to listen to a jam band around seven and did I want to come. I said sure, peeled myself out of the tight clothes I was wearing. I opened my drawer and easily picked out a my oldest Levis and a red T-shirt. And as I walked past our mirror in the living room that had been criticizing me for the last two hours, I couldnt help but be surprised at how damn good I looked.
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asunder:
Hey, good luck. I also thought you might like to join THIS., I mean, it isn't a modeling career, but it should be fun anyway.
prettypink:
Ha! Don't stress too much. I used to be a photography major and found that the least planned outfits always ended up being the best in pictures! I'm sure they will turn out to be great! Good luck!