10 May 2010
herding cattle
More and more models have been moving to Milan. This means half of my castings have a minimum of an hour wait. It also means I show up to these places, and have to stand around with about 200 girls and guys in hallways, on the street, staircases, roofs, etc. For the most part, I don't mind castings. But when I start to feel like a scrappy farm animal, waiting in a herd of other farm animals - you know, for some farmer to decide which animal is the best for slaughtering and then eating - yeah, I start to mind castings. I'm not patient, and I know this. But I have ways of dealing with my impatience, and those ways are useless when surrounded by hundreds of self-obsessed, fashion-obsessed, "I couldn't read a news article if my life depended on it" creatures. And male models. I mean, when I am surrounded by these people, and the majority are 14 year old girls from the middle of nowhere Eastern Europe...it is like, O.K., what should I expect? But throw in a bunch of 25 year old guys, and it doesn't make much sense. I am aware I am generalizing here. I have friends that are models. They are smart, funny, cultured, and amazing. And, I have decided to do this for a living for a number of obscure reasons. But stereotypes exist for a reason, and those reasons definitely exist. There is a reason people assume models are complete idiots, and lifeless human beings with no character. Luckily, there seems to always be an exception to the rule. And that is what keeps me going.
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Having worked with a lot of models I find it very true. The problem, like you said, is most of them are very young and naive but they don't look it. It's only until you get to know them that it shows through. I like the insight, best.
Raul
i lived in milan for a while, and have a love hate relationship with it. i can't really say if it was good for work or not in the long run, but whatever, i'm back in ny now. anyway, i totally feel you with the city sentiments and the retarded models (and italian girls - bitches!) being everywhere, so here are some little havens i found while living there - if ya don't know them already: daily gallery openings (free wine and hors d'oeuvres) http://www.undo.net/; corso como 10 gallery for persistently wonderful exhibitions; amazing inexpesive wine bar called 'la vineria' near porta genova; the giant cemetary is gorgeous and awesome for walks alone; chinatown to find random shit you don't need; rocket to see some indie bands and italian hipsters; the columns/where american apparel is for cheap beers at night; la buca di san vicenzo has some great live music (italy's answer to pianos), cheap beers and board games; and the english cinema that happens 1x or week or so at various theaters... i think it's called sound and motion pricture.. also male models aren't so bad - they seemed to be the best source of non-barf enducing entertainment/conversation most of the time.
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