To stay in the top tier of The Stay At Home Modeling world requires endless practice, practice, practice. But even the most polished, accomplished, and astute Stay At Home Model can preform a dodgy turn, or execute some other clumsy move….or (gasp).. even fall over. However you must never forget who you are. You’re the “it” girl. You’re on the cover of every non-existent fashion magazine. You’re in the absolute stratosphere of Stay At Home Models. All of the most important fictitious people in your bogus fashion world look to you for their inspiration. The phalanx of imaginary photographers are waiting at the end of your make-believe runway (the stove and fridge in your kitchen). All of the very top echelons of pretend editors, illusionary fashion bloggers, made-up buyers, fabricated upper east side haute couture customers, and carefully curated concocted celebrities are watching your every single move. Now we all realise that this is an enormous amount of delusional pressure. That’s why a Stay At Home SUPER Model like yourself is always prepared for those exceptionally rare runway disasters. If something catastrophic happens on that chimerical catwalk of your’s…IMPROVISE! Turn your mishap into a major moment; and enduring iconic fashion image. Something that will be a concretization; an indelible memory for all of those invisible fashionistas in your head.
this remarkable, and avant gaurdé , early fashion show gave me an aspiration to start my Stay At Home modeling career. From tiny steps things can metamorphose Something as simple as a childhood Saturday visit to the MET can start the wheels in motion.
In case you haven’t heard by now, they are all the way back. The show was inspiring plus everything else a show should be.
The Face – May 2004
The art of fine art modeling is a fine modeling art. Recently a very important and renown American fine artist chose Shopping Anyone as a model to be included in one his very important and renown works of sculpture. Seen here, “Shopping” representing the Campus Cuties.
The artist? Kenny Scharf. Yes, that’s right…The Kenny Scharf. What an honor for this female figurine model. Click the picture above and really get into the glittering details of the glitter details.
Meanwhile – what about this?
Have you seen it at night? It lights up…
in Union Square nightly.
I’m honored to be included in a show of Christopher Makos’ photos on view now at Ralph Pucci International – 44 West 18 St NY, NY 1001. The series is, “Stand Up Portraits” by Christopher Makos and I’m thinking this was taken about 1993. I remember feeling great about just being asked to pose and to be included. Christopher’s photography has always been pure class so I was inspired to try and portray some.
The outfit was a working sample from the Todd Oldham showroom, came with the beret and was returned quite heavily smudged with derma-color pretty much all over the entire inside. Oops. Is it too late to say, “I’m sorry?” Funny the things you remember… Todd and Tony and Angel had quite a few tricks for cleaning the samples though, I remember a paste of Cascade being one of their secret big guns. Was it Granny who discovered that one? Such are the details that remain among the faded spots that make up, “The Stains of Our Lives.” Wait, if my stains are my story then what about all the ones that came out!?
The shoes were the Blahniks I wore in a few of Todd’s shows – black duchess satin (who said duchess satin?) with gold straps and gold “actual woman height” heels. They were so perfectly balanced, it was hard to know you had them on. I once saw Carrie Donovan wearing the same exact style at 60,000 feet in the air while traveling at mach 2.0. True fact. Pointed with no pinch. Comfortable? You put those on and you say, “What shoe?” “Am I wearing a shoe right now?” “Seriously, look at my foot, am I wearing a shoe on my foot right now?” That’s a shoe. What a shoe.
I borrowed the wig from Sister Dimension.
“A wig and a hat, no questions asked.” – that’s a quote from Teri Toye. I never forgot it. Now you never will either.
Watch my, hair blow.