Now that summer is over and it's starting to get cold at night, people are really trying to get in the last little bits of outside hang time! It was a bit difficult this past week because of all the darn rain (which was also annoying because I decided to straighten my hair after it's summer break from heat tools). I was actually out walking around in the rain however, I mean hey, it was still kinda nice outside. My hair became a frazzled mess, but I was determined to find these really good, really hard to find potato chips (cracked pepper and sea salt... so good). Anywho, I'm in some corner store meandering around and some guy starts talking to me. "Excuse me miss, do you model?" Me? I've just learned to say no every time. He continued to implore me into reconsidering...he happened to be a photographer. Meh, I figured I should just move along and continue my chip search. I get outside in the rain, and come to find out, the guy followed me out of the store and asked me yet again why I didn't model. What the heck is going on here? Ahhh, yes, now I remember... It is once again Fashion Week in New York!
Oh Fashion Week. What do I make of this momentous occasion? Where do I even begin? Well, I'll begin by finishing my previous story. The guy asks me why I don't model, and then I broke down and told him I use to, and it did have it's fun moments, but it's simply not for me career wise. Every time the subject of the fashion world is brought up, I believe for a fairly tall, slim, not terrible looking female, I have some major opposing views on the whole ordeal. Probably most obvious is the pedestal in which we place these amazonian visions of perfection. Even today, with all types of models breaking through barriers of shape, size, and other traditional standards of beauty, we place extreme uniqueness on a pedestal as well...to the point where, everyday people feel simply, too normal. What makes these particular models different from everyone else? There is a whole WORLD based on it! A world in which a select few are chosen through rigorous process to represent what the world wants... needs...desires! People crave guidance from the fashion scene. How will we know what is fashionably acceptable and what is not? How will we know what color to dye our hair this season? How will we know what new accessories we MUST purchase this year? If no one tells us what to do, what then would we be doing? Contrary to popular belief, we all actually do have a mind of our own. We shouldn't let the modern popularization of this world make us subconsciously weak.
Don't get me wrong though, the allure of getting something for practically nothing is very tempting. Yea I said it, modeling is easy. Easy as heck! Whenever a model talks bout how modeling is not as easy as it seems...come on now girl, you know it is! Probably the hardest thing is waiting around all day. Maybe dealing with weather elements for a while. Sure, that's tiring, but it's not like models are out doing manual labor in the hot African sun all day. To have your hair, makeup and nails done, while wearing fabulous clothing...and get PAID? Who doesn't want that, right? I'm sure if I did actively pursue a career in modeling, all my financial problems would be solved. I just know that my heart wouldn't be in it, and I would be continually conflicted. This is all ofcourse only about the politics of the fashion world. Taking candid photographs for myself or for my blog, is totally a blast! I get all of the creative control, and everything is based on something that I think is beautiful in this world. The problem arises when money and fame is attributed. It always blurs everything into an ugly distortion. Atleast to me it does.
The nature in which fashion events around the city seem as though they are trying to keep the "unfashionable" away is just plain rude. Why can't everyone enjoy? Why does fashion have to be such a closed society? I don't want to feel like I'm being treated better just because I look a certain way. Designers, photographers and people of the scene tend to shut out the people who they do not think will help them make money. Everyone is always looking for that next amazing face to be used to sell their product. If they can't use you, you sort of don't exist to them. It's a cut throat business!
The thing is, I actually know many working models who model for a living. They are awesome people for the most part (as anyone in any line of work has the ability to be), but I never really talk to them about their views on this subject. I suppose it may be kind of awkward to question and discuss someone's career choice, ya know? It can get a bit blinding at times. If any of my model friends ARE reading this though, please feel free to share your thoughts!
p.s. Even though I'm FAIRLY tall, FAIRLY thin, and DECENT looking, I'm sure if I was 5'10", 120lbs, and Adriana Lima looking, I'd probably definitely have a career in modeling. The thing is, is that what I would really WANT, or is that what I would be expected to be?
p.p.s. I remember when I first moved to NYC and fashion week was at Bryant Park, I snuck back stage at Custo Barcelona by saying I was a model in the show. I love sneaking into stuff!
p.p.p.s. At the end of the day, fashion, glitz, and glamour CAN actually be fun, the part of it that really does get me a bit frustrated is the judgement and false acceptance of all beauty. Fashion people have a tendency to be evil minions with a sense of entitled elitism. Don't be like that! That's worse than being a bitchy judgmental gay guy (which coincidently is what alot of the fashion people are). Meh!