Long time no posts on here. Too busy yet again, and not much possitive to say either. As I haven’t had a rant about models for a while, here goes. Last week was classic. I spent a whole load of time organising a model to come down from Liverpool to London for a shoot. I went through with her about a hundred times what she needed to bring (It’s a pretty damn short list as well; ID and CLOTHES!!!) So what does she turn up with? Two bouncers – and huge ones at that – They actually did block out all the sky on my shiny new video entry phone! No clothes and worst of all no ID. Fuck only knows what she thought she was coming along to, but as they turned up in a taxi, which they left running on the meter while they came in for the shoot. Anyone got any ideas what 4 hours of black cab waiting time would cost? My bet is more than what I was going to pay her. Anyway, heart in my mouth I broke her the bad news – No ID, No shoot. I thought the bouncers were gonna kill me for sure, but bouncers being bouncers and basically all about following rules (you’re not on the list, you’re not coming in) they had a go at her instead and apologised for wasting my time! Back in the taxi and heading off all in 5 mins. And that after a model brought her mum to a shoot about a month ago. The shots are on the site BTW, but you’ll never work it out. The range of daftness that models get up never ceases to amaze me – they can text and drive, but not pick up the phone and speak. They send me tests shots them bent double and blowing over 90% of their faces, showing neither body nor face. How am I meant to make a booking on that basis? They arrive an hour late, then say they have to go early as they important stuff to do (Boyfriend or shopping, usually!) but thats “ok” cause they’re “fast workers” and I shouldn’t mind. Only I do.
Worst bit is, for all the niggles I still can’t help liking them all. And end up giving them chance after chance to actually show up for a shoot. I have one girl, booked again for next week, who’s now cried of with feeble and bizarre excuses 4 times already. But, after all, would you, at 18 or 19, had the nerve to show the world your tackle? I thought not.
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As you may have noticed I’ve been rather quiet lately and haven’t updated the diary – Don’t take this as a sign that nothing has been going on. In fact there’s been frantic activity behind the scenes, some of it now becoming visible on the site.
