A Model Life!
G
irl you crazy!
By Rachel Alexander
Like most models, my greatest fear is getting caught in
McDonalds - eating a Big Mac. In my worst nightmare I
am spotted on the one night of the year I give into my
indulgent craving. Barbeque sauce splatters on my
cheeks, french fries in hand, when all of a sudden my
agent walks by and sees me - like a lion spotting its prey.
Today is that day. “Fatty what are you doing?” He asks.
“Oh this is my friend’s, she’s in the bathroom,” I blatantly
lie. “Girrrrrl, you know it’s couture show week. You really
shouldn’t be eating anything. Just water. And by the
way you need to lose some weight, your face is looking
puffy. Are you trying to be a plus size model?” My socalled puffy face flushes like when I have 1 glass of wine.
I mutter “right,” but hell - it’s not all right. I’m in Paris,
France damn it and all I want are croissants. And bread.
F@#% it, I want a Big Mac!
My job for the next four days is to run around Paris to as
many show castings as possible. Ride the metro, maybe
hire a driver, show up, hand-over my model portfolio, and
walk in heels. If the casting director likes what she sees,
she does a subtle nod to the designer, who then nods to
the stylist. I guess I got the appr