I modeled for the first time today in nearly two months (hence the dearth of blog posts.) How did it go? It went nicely, thank you. A dozen of some of my very favorite artists, a piping hot pumpkin latte to drink on my breaks, and an eclectic mix of music coming from Pandora.
Actually, let’s go so far as to call it an eccentric mix of music coming from Pandora. I’m not sure what combination of music preferences got us Moonlight Sonata, Van Morrison, Barry White, and some Spanish guitar (if you know me, you know I hate me some Spanish guitar, especially when modeling.)
Still would have been okay, though, if I hadn’t ignored the number one bit of advice I hand out to new models. All in unison, please. “Practice your poses before you do them in front of a group!” The one in the photograph above I have had in mind for months. I love how the weight of the jug accentuates the curves in her body and the angles in her arms and shoulders.
But what did I use as my jug? A nice, lightweight beach ball? A big round pillow? Oh, no, those would have made too much sense. Instead I picked up my eight-pound medicine ball and hoisted it onto my shoulder for a twenty minute pose. Let’s count how long twenty minutes lasted with that thing on my shoulder. One…two…three…four….five minutes and then I was done.
Fortunately, as I said, the artists in the room were a friendly and forgiving bunch, and didn’t mind when our long pose suddenly became a gesture. And, I’m checking now, and it doesn’t seem like a giant bruise has formed where the medicine ball dug into my collarbone. At least not yet…
Onward to my next modeling assignment on Thursday, a little wiser.