If you see some gal blatantly staring at you out on the streets of Asheville, you don’t have something in your teeth, I’m picturing you in gorgeous dresses by a waterfall for the S/S12 shoot. I need one more model.
I think I found her last night.
Handing out business cards with a word of encouragement is worse than waiting for a phone call after that first date.
I wait by the email and sigh. Hoping that you’ll email me.
I could go with a modeling service, but I like it better finding models this way. Gals around town that have that -je ne sais quoi- (Gals that aren’t just 16 either – I like my models older and surer). Gals that laugh, and curse and write poetry in coffee shops or hang out with their pals at the wine bar. I like my models like I like my clothes – natural with a touch of spice.
I’m sitting here. Waiting. Hoping. Did I mention she had some freckles?