Diary of Lisa Taylor, reluctantly 42 (and a half)

Or.. 'f.ck me I'm forty.. two.. and a half', though can look 38 on a - not so deluded - good day. Or 'How to reconcile a well experienced mind trapped in a still - but for how long? – youthful body.' Don't have the 30somethings angst/problems, neither have the resigned (?) ageing baby-boomers in safe family territory outlook yet. Here's how I cope, one day all sexy women will get old... but never invisible. © Lisa Taylor 2005/6/7/8/9. Jeez.. so much for the 42 and-a-half delusion

Friday, January 26, 2007

26 January - Third tier models

A Thursday night at the Barfly in Camden (easily been over a year or maybe even 2 since last time I stepped in here). I can’t stop looking at the youngsters socialising on the ground floor, don’t think they’re here for the gig. I spot very few people my age and Ezzy. This used to be our life. Out every night for some work that only seemed like work if the artist in question was not successful (we felt their pain) or if their music was not what we liked. I remember once when someone thought Indian ragga would cross over and I had to work an artist in that field. Boy was that a mountain to climb, boy did I not care, boy did I never manage to drag along any friend to keep me company, boy did I hate my job in those hours.

Anyway, we’re here to see Futon. Simon from Suede is their drummer. The rest are mad Orientals. Matt from Suede is easily spotted at the back as he’s 6ft 4’ or similar, and then I turn and there’s the lovely lovely lovely – can I say it one more time? LOVELY Brett looking healthy, tall and classic in his blue pea coat and just aging in an imperceptible David Bowie sort of way. Just you know… a getting better and better way, compare to early photos from 15 years ago or so if you don’t believe me (on his website).
The next day I look up his g/friend, on the internet, the woman who wakes up next to him everyday since '03. She’s a model so no one can compete, probably. A quick google and she turns out to be on the books of an agency that only does events, not catwalks or magazines. Meow! Am happy, strong competition but not impossible to overcome if one was determined. There’s literally hundreds of these model and I waste ages clicking along. What a new world am discovering. One could easily own a company that is nothing special, but you could have a launch and you can hire yourself lots of belles from this agency and hope that at the end of the evening, they stay around for more champagne, like your Porsche and dream of getting out of a job requiring much draping of your body around various products. By contrast, the male section is poorly populated. Wonder why this disparity? Not fair. If I wanted to hire myself some male models I’d have to end up with real third raters. Yes young, yes cute but sort of nothing special at the same time.

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