A Model World

I know what you are thinking… ‘What does this model know? She sees the world through the blinding rim of a ring flash’. Yes, we basically shot down the phrase ‘it’s what’s on the inside that counts,’ and made superficiality an art form. We support materialism and consumerism in all it’s incarnations, BUT you have to give us some credibility. … We do make you all feel a little bit smarter – right?!

Let’s sashay down the runway, pout seductively at the looking glass and delve into the carb-free world of modelling. Hopefully, we can enjoy some insights into the human condition along the way and learn to not take ourselves too seriously.

I have had plenty of time to experience the idiosyncrasies and events that shape the lives of this particular enclave. I appeared in my first Television Commercial at the age of ten, was Miss Australia, and I have modelled in many international markets. I have seen it all: a Naomi Campbell tantrum first-hand, laser hair removal burns, and a swimwear shoot in a Muslim country.

This is a model world where the emotions are high, and the diction is simple.

When the light of the flashes disperses, it is not all beauty queens and pillow fights in lingerie… OK, there are some pillow fights in lingerie and the odd pageant. Still, I would like to touch on the bizarre concept that an intelligent model is not necessarily an anomaly or oxymoron.

Not all models are cat walking their way through the halls of Mensa, but we are not all imbeciles either. After I completed university, I swiftly boarded a plane to travel the world before the ink even had a chance to dry on my degrees. This was the first indication that I was never really cut out for the corporate world.

Modelling is not rocket surgery, but it is a lot of fun and often a passport to travel this amazing world that we live in. So let’s take a trip!