Talking about my teenage years (in no particular order)
We moved to Naples when I was eight, and we lived there until I was eighteen.
The first time I went to a modelling booking I was just thirteen. I was a little bit tomboyish and I was accompanied by two girlfriends who were very interested in what was going to happen.
The photographer knew how old I was and when I turned up at his studio I was wearing a black Eminem tee over the briefest cutdown shorts I owned with chunky leather army boots 🥾. He seemed pleased that I wasn’t wearing a bra and he could see a little bounce in my breasts. I wasn’t that big at the time but I knew he was looking at how I moved.
I wasn’t asked to change into anything at first (not that there was a room to do so, just a screen like they used to use in women’s boudoirs), he liked my outfit and asked me to do a few poses. I was there for about an hour while he described the way he wanted me to do poses, and he talked to me about whether I had much experience.
My friends were sitting on a sofa near to the screen and I moved around against a white sheet backdrop. He was pleased with what he shot, and after quite a few hissing clicks he paused and looked for a dress for me to change into. I moved behind the screen and changed, and when I emerged in front of the same backdrop he took a few more shorts. Whir click!
He thanked me and I changed back into my tee, and he told me he would be in touch with my agency because he would have me work with him again.
The first time I went to a modelling booking I was just thirteen. I was a little bit tomboyish and I was accompanied by two girlfriends who were very interested in what was going to happen.
The photographer knew how old I was and when I turned up at his studio I was wearing a black Eminem tee over the briefest cutdown shorts I owned with chunky leather army boots 🥾. He seemed pleased that I wasn’t wearing a bra and he could see a little bounce in my breasts. I wasn’t that big at the time but I knew he was looking at how I moved.
I wasn’t asked to change into anything at first (not that there was a room to do so, just a screen like they used to use in women’s boudoirs), he liked my outfit and asked me to do a few poses. I was there for about an hour while he described the way he wanted me to do poses, and he talked to me about whether I had much experience.
My friends were sitting on a sofa near to the screen and I moved around against a white sheet backdrop. He was pleased with what he shot, and after quite a few hissing clicks he paused and looked for a dress for me to change into. I moved behind the screen and changed, and when I emerged in front of the same backdrop he took a few more shorts. Whir click!
He thanked me and I changed back into my tee, and he told me he would be in touch with my agency because he would have me work with him again.
26-30, F
