You Better Work!!!

I just got back from my photo shoot for Getty Images yesterday and man, am I tired. You don't realize it but modelling is hard work. Glad my sweetheart Darryl told me to get some rest the night before instead of trying watch "Querelle"(guess French sailors turn me on). When I went in I was so loaded down with stuff I had to take a livery car to Bleecker St. in Manhattan. When we got there the streets were congested and Broadway is a one way street. The driver asked me how much do I usuall pay to get down and like a dumb ass I said $20 instead of $15. So, I wound up giving the hack $25 (I'm not a lousy tipper!) instead. He told me All I had to do was walk up a block to get to 636 Broadway. WRONG. I had to walk 4 blocks, up past Houston to get to my destination. Make no mistake, he only wanted the money not to drop me off at my destination. Be wary of car services outside of Manhattan, they have no meter so they can make up their own fare. Rant over. So, carrying my boo's guitar, Bambi, as well as my rollabout bag and my suit I hiked it over to the studio of Andreas Keuhn, the photographer. The vibe was informal and crew consisted of only 5 people. After I got finished pulling out all of my shirts, glasses, and accessories I showed the stylist who really liked what I had to offer. I was a little disappointed when they wound up letting one of the models hold Bambi for his session but not when I let the make-up artist borrow my black power pick for the black girl's shoot. I didn't let it bother me. I figure if it wasn't for me bringing these items it wouldn't have been that good of a shoot. Finally, I was up. According to the guy in charge of the shoot I was the "expressions guy". Guess I was tapped because of my ability to make great expressions. After all, I am an actor. What bothered me about the shoot was when I was asked by Andreas my age. "Actually I'm 27." That sounded like a lie but what I really meant to say was "I'm actually 27 but my age in the industry is 14." They loved my ability to emote. Going from concern, to laugher, to anger all at the direction of photographer and his project director. An hour went by and before I knew it I was done. Changed into my clothes, filled out some paperwork, and got a nice check. All in a days work. Something tells me I might have a great career in modelling. I really hope to do more someday.