For models just starting out

If you scan through many modeling websites, you’ll see there’s a common question asked by new comers who want to be models: “What do I need to do to become a model?” Ironically, that question often goes unanswered, even on professional sites. Maybe it’s that the answer is a little more complex than a quick answer. However, as a photographer, I decided to take a shot at answering the question.

If you scan through many modeling websites, you’ll see there’s a common question asked by new comers who want to be models: “What do I need to do to become a model?”

Usually members skip that question. I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s that the answer is a little more complex than a quick answer. Perhaps it’s that a good portion has to deal with genetics. It could even be experienced models don’t want the new competition entering the field.

I decided to take a shot, however, at answering the question.

What can I do to become a modelQ: What can I do to become a model?

A: To a writer, the advice is read as much as you can. To a model, I’d say look at as much as you can — in particular other photos of models.

Analytically, try to figure out what it is about the models you like. Is it their pose, is it their facial expression, do they look into the camera? Try to emulate that pose in the mirror.

Study books on posing. And if you’re really clever, study books on photographic composition. If you can deliver what the photographer is trying to capture, you’ll make life so easy he’ll be raving about you.

Another thought is to find pictures of models that look like you. There are some web sites where you can beam up a picture of yourself and it will give you celebrity matches. Perhaps hair styles, makeup, and clothes that work for them will also work for your looks and body type.

Take care of your body; keep your skin clean and healthy. Apart from good diet, steer clear of all the things you know you should. Modeling is based upon looks, and you have it in your control to keep them.

Know your body, be comfortable with it, and find make up that works for you. Photographers often go for the natural look, so keep that in mind the next time you want a sprawling tattoo or obvious body piercing. These won’t necessary stop you from being a model, but it can raise unnecessary barriers to entry. Imagine a bank looking to fill a teller position, which candidate has the higher probability of landing the job: someone dressed in punk with a lip ring and colored spiked hair, or, the candidate in an pressed shirt, tie, and jacket. Both might be equally capable and friendly, but one will have a harder time than the other.

Work on building a decent portfolio. The best way to do this is to find local photographers you trust and negotiate a Time for Prints/CD shoot. It costs you nothing but some time, and in return you get some great pictures.

Ideally, you want more photos that you know what to do with. Cull them down to the best of the best, you don’t need to show every photo you have. Make sure you get a variety of looks. You want to show you’re versatile. Demonstrate that you’re adaptable.

Post your portfolio where photographers can see you, and let them know about your availability, interest, and boundaries. You may get more TFP offers, you may get fixed rate sessions, you may get a set hourly rate. Take only the jobs you feel comfortable with.

Seek opportunities where the photography is going to get exposure, even if you have to do it at a reduced rate. The more exposure you get, the more you’ll be able to command later.

It’s important not to let things get to your head. When a model without serious experience wants to be compensated as someone who’s done it as a career, opportunities can start to dry up. Photographers just want to take the picture, not deal with a diva. Think of it much like a job interview; you wouldn’t hire someone to be your doctor if they simply wanted to be a doctor all their life and took a class in first aid. Experience is important. And you can get all you want with TFP/CD.

Be professional, be on time, and know when to say no. Consider setting up a website, something which doesn’t say “I got a MySpace account.” Show your styles and answer the who/what/when/where/why about yourself; let people know how to contact you, and get back with them promptly. Sometimes photographers are working under horrific deadlines, and reaching a viable model is all that’s needed. A quick response can give you the edge.

You might want to forge a relationship with a makeup artist and/or a favorite photographer. If you have a solid relationship with good communication and trust, the photo sessions will go seamlessly and productively. They in turn will become part of a mini-network and potentially bring opportunities to your door that you’d otherwise not have known about.

Eventually, demand may increase, and if it does you may want to get an agent. Usually it’s a while before one gets that far. You might not even need one.

Modeling is a competitive field, with new and younger models entering all the time. Switch your mental role about how you’d market yourself and you’ll see what you need to do to become that. You’re selling an image: yours.

Never hand someone with a crush a hose.

Never, ever hand a small child with a crush on you a hose.

Elizabeth H.Elizabeth and I go way back, in fact, so far back, that in current day as a teen she has little recollection of events that took place between us, although for me, they seem like they just happened yesterday.

When Elizabeth was a little girl, I worked with her mom and like all happy co-workers, we’d socialize after hours on occasion. Quite often Elizabeth got to tag along. Her mom educated her with an impressive vocabulary and incredible set of social manners; thus it was very much a treat to see her. Although, as I’ll reveal now, even back then as a little girl she was still quite the flirt.

One summer day her mom came over with Elizabeth just as my wife had asked me if I could water the yard. Elizabeth wanted to help in order to spend time with me, so I pulled out the hose and we sat on my front steps talking while I sprayed the lawn. It wasn’t long before she asked if it was her turn, so I let go of the squeeze nozzle, shutting off the water, and handed it to her. In retrospect, that was the key mistake.

I recall Elizabeth was about 5 or 6 at the time. But, she engaged the conversation as all women do: with an entrapment.

“Walt?”

“Yes, Elizabeth?”

“Whenever I come over, Tamara is always here.”

“I suppose that’s true.”

“Does she live here?”

“Yes, she does.”

It was evident that she was not fond of this answer, as she put her little fists on her hips.

“And why is that? Are you married to her?” Her little eyebrow went up.

“Yes, she’s my wife.”

At that point, Elizabeth scolds me, “You Never Told Me That!!!” and she points the hose right in my face and unleashes gallons of cold water all over me in an instant. And doesn’t let up.

Apparently, Elizabeth’s mom caught a flurry of activity through the storm door and came running, “ELIZABETH!”

Elizabeth shut off the hose, and looked at me expectingly, “Tell her what you just told me.”

And so, I had to apologize to Elizabeth, and her mom, for my big secret.

“I’ll Have My Cell Phone On”

My wife said the sweetest thing to me today….

T-Mobile Sidekick 3Here’s a tip for the ladies that is sure to drive any man wild when delight.

For the record, when a woman is departing and says to a man “I’ll have my cell phone on and with me”, we get the same warm, happy, and loved feeling as you do when we notice and compliment you on your hair.

Apparently, I Like My Women Dressed

This morning as I was leaving the house to go to work, I gave the wife a hug and a kiss goodbye. And let me tell you, she smelled awesome.

So, I stuck around an extra minute.

“You smell fantastic! What are you wearing?” I asked, plowing my nose behind her ear.

She thought, “Uh, nothing. Maybe it’s the laundry?”

I smelled the fabric of her soft shirt. Instantly the scent of wild flowers, babbling brooks, and summer breezes sent me reeling into fond memories.

Without thinking, I replied “Yup. That’s it. You should wear clothes more often!”

She went red.

Apparently I like my women dressed. I didn’t know that about myself.

The Safeway to Apologize

True story — how to abuse a nosy florist.

Recently we went to Colorado to visit my sister who was having her second baby. Our job was to babysit her 21 month old, while she did the hard work at the hospital.

They were very kind in lending us their hybrid van and a baby seat, which allowed us to trek around town without being stuck in the comfort of a custom built home, trapped on mountain with spontaneously visiting wildlife, surrounded by nature and vast scenic panoramic views.

My dad sent an email asking if we could pick up a box of nice chocolate, so that when my sister got home from the hospital, she’d have something to enjoy. Sure, we could do that. Perfect excuse to ride into town.

So, we put the toddler in the van and drove to Safeway.

Now in Colorado, it’s dry. Very dry. So you have to drink a lot of water to stay hydrated. As such, my wife sent me on a mission to get the chocolate, while she hunted down the facilities.

So, I pushed the baby over to the candy aisle, then the cooking aisle, then the checkout counters, …no boxed chocolate to be found.

Then it hit me: try the florist.

As I got near the section, the toddler went nuts as we passed the stuffed animals. However, as we got closer, it was quite clear his real interest was in the balloons. And, since we already had a four foot mylar balloon tied to the shopping cart, I figured I’d head right to the service desk where I abruptly startled a woman cutting flowers that didn’t see me coming.

“Excuse me.”

“Wha?! Oh, yes. May I help you?”

“I hope so. I’m looking for boxed chocolates.”

“Did you try the candy aisle? We sell flowers, here.”

“Yes, I tried that, but no boxed sets. So I thought I’d have better luck here.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Because this is the general ‘apology’ section, is it not?”

She pondered for a moment what I was getting at, and then the image of chocolates and flowers together hit her. “Oooooh!” she smiled, “What exactly are you apologizing for?”

I couldn’t help myself. It was evil. It was wrong.

I looked at the toddler, then back at her, and said: “I thought it was your turn to use the contraceptive.”

…she personally led me to the most expensive boxed chocolates at the front of the store.

Conversation at Borders

Overheard the weirdest conversation at Borders.

I’m in the Art section of Borders, and I walk in on a conversation that’s just starting between some guy who’s failing miserably at hitting on a college girl…

Guy: “You look like you’re angry.”

Girl: “You can tell I’m not angry, because I’m not sketching.”

“You sketch when you’re angry?”

“Yeah. If I’m mad at somebody, I draw a picture of them on a bus heading to hell.”

“Hell?”

“Sometimes Ohio.”

(pregnant pause) “Have you ever thought that might be a serious sign of a repressed mental illness?”

“Maybe. But, I really hate Ohio.”

The Only Book About Men Women Ever Need

If you had a book entitled “The Only Book About Men Women Ever Need” and could thumb though its table of contents containing questions – what would you expect to see…

The Only Book About Men Women Really NeedMy friend and published author, Danny Adams has expressed interest in writing a book entitled The Only Book About Men Women Ever Need.

In the book, we intend on soliciting questions from women (about men) and giving them an honest, yet humorous slant.

As part of an experiment, Danny used his Live Journal account to see if there was any interest.

There most certainly was.

Check out the comment section on Danny’s blog, and if you’d like, leave questions here or there.