#update @tmagazine : Casually after I took this selfie…
Kate Lanphear passed me sprawled out in the hall backstage at the fashion show and mused ”…that is my favorite thing that models do” to her fashionable Japanese counterparts.
Not only assuring them, but also me; sleeping in public while curled up next to electrical outlets is socially acceptable as long as you are attractive and carrying Apple products.
FASHION SHOW ADVICE: Find a wall outlet for ur phone. Lay on floor beside phone. Fall asleep. #modelburnbook
GUN CONTROL PANTY PATROL
Abbey Lee Kershaw Protests for Gun Control at Met Gala 2013 (NSFW)
dear modelgurl,
hey hey we haven’t talked in months
and by talk i mean sext
probs cos ur engaged
anyway i thought you’d appreciate
this updated Pola of my erection
just in case u change ur mind
xx modelboi
(via xxmodelboi)
“don’t worry sweetie, we’ll shoot some singles after lunch for yah book.” #modelproblems
POST CARD: Hello, I’m Leaving.
I thought I would write more in Sydney with more time on my hands. But of course, I didn’t fucking care. I took my break from the exhausting Tokyo market and did little more than loaf around in a slightly (okay, enormously) bigger rental apt and watch CSI. This time no English subtitles. SO NOT VALID. I made a pretty sub-par effort to go out and enjoy Sydney night life. One night, possibly my first night here? I went out with some of my model friends and found myself at a place called Back Room where absolutely no one would have a Justin Timberlake style dance off to ironic hipster rap music with me and I sulked like a proper lesbian in my saggy-crotched Nudies and backwards Hawaiian ball-cap. Apparently then I embarrassed all my friends further by insisting I see everyone into a taxi cab to get home safe at the end of the night—because I’m lucky enough to live within walking distance of Back Room. (Since that’s actually embarrassing: I assure everyone I have a really big apt and very nice hardwood floors, and it is in fact the truth. Also, it’s way more hygienic. None of the stripper or prostitute dust of King’s Cross can penetrate these floorboards, and I feel okay about that.) I’m sorry people, I might look like a 20 year old boy, but I’m almost 30 and I’m Canadian. That’s a combination that screams I’M SENSITIVE AND I CARE IF YOU GET HOME OKAY TONIGHT. To further prove this point, I am currently listening to the Out Of Africa soundtrack and drinking white wine alone. Okay, I’m not alone. My boyfriend is here. But John Barry has soothed him unwillingly into a deep slumber and I don’t have the heart to wake him and force him to watch me update my Tumblr. Speaking of, today he said to me “I think I have a blog…” and I almost cried laughing. I know. I know. The most perfect quote of 2013. I think I have a blog. But I don’t remember. Perhaps this is one of the main reasons why this relationship works. For once in the last half-decade I’m dating a man who’s career doesn’t completely depend on the public’s interest in him. He’s just here. No give fucks about ‘likes’ ‘favorites’ and ‘reblogs’…what a fucking concept.
TWIST AND SHOUT
Q
gossamerhale asked:
my agency wants to send me to tokyo for 8 weeks. what was your first experience in japan like? should i do it? advice? tips? etc. thank you for your time, you're perfect btw
A
The best time to work in Japan (in the near future) is going to be the end of June to the middle of August. There’s sooo many castings then—unfortunately SO MANY GIRLS and so many lines to wait in. The middle of May (after Golden Week) is also quite busy, but June is a bit slow. So plan accordingly! Also, the summers in Tokyo are intolerably shitty and hot. Bring minimal clothing. The mistake most models make is over packing, when what you really wanna do is bring big luggage and pack HARDLY ANYTHING. Buy everything there. If you have a nice pair of high heels, bring em. Bring comfortable awesome shoes. Bring a cute black dress that you would wear to a casting in New York. Alternatively you may want to bring a sweater cos they pump air-con like they’ve never heard of global warming.
Also, don’t fall for male models who want to take you to the club. They can’t get into nightclubs unless they bring female models with them. Try the club once for the experience but don’t fall in with the “My PR is my actual friend!” crew…honey they just get you drunk, bloated and tired looking. You’ll leave Tokyo poor and too ‘fat’ to go directly to another market that isn’t in Asia. I’m not trying to discredit a life of free drinks and sex with attractive 18 year olds, but the chance to make over $20,000 in modeling these days only comes around once in a while. I can assure you there will never be a shortage of drunk male models to take advantage of, just do it in a market where 4:30am call times aren’t the norm….
*Oh, and save the fucking money—don’t get used to having that kind of money at your disposal. MODELING AIN’T LIKE THAT.
xx Cailin Hill
#regram from @shop_ghost VARSITY BLUES.
(I’m front row, second from the left—THE BLONDEST.)
Nothing tastes better than a spoonful of #Nutella, except perhaps a STOLEN spoonful of your flatmate’s Nutella. #modelsolutions
