Toronto Fashion Week: A model's perspective
Want the backstage version of Toronto fashion week? Check out the side the fashion magazine's won't tell you about. My model perspective here on FDLM:
Although this is my fifth season in a row walking in Toronto Fashion Week, I still get excited every time I book a show. It is the one time a year that Toronto really transforms into a fashion capital. Celebrities and supermodels roam the city. The air is electric because you never know what to expect, who you will meet and where it will take your modeling career.
Moments later I find myself bombarded by makeup brushes, black liner and false lashes. Once finished I am told to sit in another chair. The male hair dresser begins working on my hair while singing along to Mary J. Blige (when she was happy according to him). I thought his voice was amazing and wondered why he was doing hair? Before I have a chance to look at my completed hair and makeup, I’m whisked away again with all the models for a quick rehearsal.
We’re all chatting loudly while putting on our heels. OMG did you hear about Yasmin Warsame’s fall? What! She fell? When? Immediately we are silenced by the coordinator and told to get in our line-up. I learn that I am number five. The seats on either side are empty except for coordinators and volunteers busy with assignments and cleaning up. Photographers are in the photo pit (end of the runway) positioning for the best spot. Each girl hits the catwalk when suddenly I hear on the speaker, No, no,no. Soften your face! I don’t like your walk. Start again!
Finally, it’s my turn. I take a deep breath and focus my eyes on the end of the runway. Pull my shoulder bones back til’ they touch. Lean back so my hip bones stick out and let my legs lead me down the runway.
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