Sometimes it can be hard to make connections, to collaborate, and to meet new people. It is especially hard when you are a student or in a country where you are still not confident enough to speak the language fluently. When you are young, it can seem as if you have to put ten times more effort into your work just to get people to take you seriously. And other times, the stars just line up. Over the weekend, completely out of the blue, I was asked to be a model as a part of "Shooting Five Star," being photographed by five Italian photographers (Alessandro Malgrande, David Melani, Gaetano Pastore, and Gianpaolo Zeltner) alongside a few other beautiful models. I couldn't have been more excited.
My day started early, with two lovely makeup artists, Giada Grimaldi and Nicole Lancetti, who teased my hair and powdered my cheeks for an hour or two. After the fake eyelashes dried, we piled into two cars and drove to the desired location: a dump behind the Roma EUR mall. The purpose? To stand out against an ugly background.
Unfortunately, not being a native Italian, I get carsick just about every time I travel anywhere in Rome. I know what you're thinking: You really run a travel blog and have issues with motion sickness?
Hey, it's not stopping me! We pulled off to the side of the road to buy some white bread, and I felt better almost instantly
With autumn having finally arrived in Rome (yes, I am aware it is almost winter at this point), the weather has cooled off and the green trees are now in the process of transitioning from bright yellows to fiery oranges. Nature made the perfect background for a hazel-eyed brunette like myself. The photographers snapped away.
By midday, I was becoming more and more comfortable in my nymph like role - my skin as a sharp contrast to the barren trees, like a goddess flitting between branches. A costume change into jeans and a t-shirt allowed me more freedom in my poses.
Every once in a while, though, I broke from my role and acted like my quirky, smiley self. Sometimes it just isn't possible to pout for so long!
As the day went on, my energy began to wane. By sunset, I was ready to just go home and take a nap. Most of all, I was hungry! At this point, I had been posing for over half the day. The photographers assured me that, as soon as the golden hour commenced, we would return. For those who do not know about the art of photography, this "golden hour" is a magical time right before sunset, when the sun is lower on the horizon and the sky illuminates softer light and warmer colors. The way photographers wait for it is like Christmas to a child. Sure enough, after the photograph session, we called it a day. And of course, as soon as I got home, I took off my heels, ate, and fell asleep.