i think she looks so much better with her hair down!
and those backstage photos are gorgeous does anyone know who the model is on the far right? with the bangs?
Suddenly, the door opens, and before I can turn around, Douglas has thrown up his arms. "Oh my God, is that Georgia Frost?" In walks a graceful, doe-eyed young woman, and a veritable deer in headlights. Her eyebrows are dark and broad, but her hair is bleached baby soft. I recall a December 11th entry in Perrett's blog -- a close-up Polaroid, under which is written "GENIUS!"
"You are a celebrity to me!" Perrett exclaims.
Frost is flattered, but the experience seems familiar. She struts down the runway then sits for her Polaroid. She spreads her legs slightly, pushes her chin forward and purses her lips.
"I put you on my T-shirt," Perrett enthuses, handing her one (expertly designed by Blood is the New Black; they also produced his first shirt last Fashion Week). Indeed, Frost is there, in black and pink scratchings, along with Ieklene Stange and Coco Rocha, among other fresh faces. Frost poses for more photographs, wearing her effigy. "I can't believe I'm on a T-shirt," she blushes.
After Frost leaves (with three T-shirts packed into her bag), the office is abuzz. Throughout the casting, two interns, Tess Brokaw and Elle Perez, have shuffled through the office, handling photos and taking coats. Perrett's assistant, Adrian Karvinen, waits more peacefully on the sidelines.
"I love having high school interns," explains Perrett. He remembers the excitement when he first became interested in fashion. Besides which, "They're slightly afraid of you, but eager to please."
Taking cues from Douglas, Brokaw professes her admiration for Frost. "Oh my God, I love her," she blurts, explaining, "She's in the new Burberry ad."
"I know that. I knew that before you were even…" Perrett responds.
Talk turns to the third intern, Sam, a Spence girl. "Will she come in today?" muses Perez. "She has a Sidekick and a cell phone, but call the cell phone. The Sidekick doesn't have service," explains Brokaw. Perrett gives her a rather deadpan stare.
It's not long before more models arrive. They all come with prestigious books (mostly Ford). The majority seem busy, but warm, and have obviously been to one too many casting already -- or one too few. One model explains that this is her first time in the office, and shakes everyone's hand. It's a warm, memorable move; this suggests "presence." Another thanks Perrett while walking; this looks silly. Another has a bad attitude; this is of little consequence.
Not all of the models get that Frost-y reception. Sometimes Perrett watches; sometimes he doesn't. Everyone gets a "beautiful" following their walk, at least one Polaroid, and some digital snaps. "I will never turn a girl away at the door," says Perrett.
When the girls are gone, the staff sits down. Perrett divides the girls by his graded enthusiasm. Quite a few are No's. Georgia Frost is Everything. One model is "there's something about her..."; another, "this one's a yes, but only because Adrian wants to bang her box."
Looking at one Polaroid, Perrett says ruefully, "I love this one, but she's so six months ago."
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