One Model's Story

*sidenote by me.. Ali's Dad called right after this entry to let me know Cheyenne was going to make it....now all I had to do was get up the nerve to let Ali know all about it. If that horse had died, I'm not sure she would have ever forgiven me for not telling her Cheyenne was sick.
 
Not a great day in Paris. I went into the agency to talk to my booker,Florence. She handed me a list of 12 castings. I just looked at her and my mom told her that we were done with castings and wanted to know when we could get Ali's ticket to go home. Another agent ,Sybil came in to tell us that I had an option with Vogue France and to please stay till the photographer could meet with us. My mom thinks it's just a way to get us to stay longer so she's not to happy when we start out the door. As we are going out another lady is coming in and she stops us to ask how our day is going. My mom's in no mood for chitchat and she says,"About as bad as you can get". The lady replies she's really sorry to hear that and then extends her hand and says,"Hi, I'm Katie Ford." She wanted us to come back and talk to her about coming to New York in January. We went back in and my agent tells her that I have an option for Vogue France. Mrs. Ford told us what an important thing it was for a model to be considered for that magazine. The photographer shows up takes some polaroids and says he will call back and let my agent know if I'm booked for the job.
 
dude...
i am waiting for the next installment with bated breath...

will she book french vogue...will she stay in paris....?!?!?..
it's all too exciting...
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:buzz:...
 
My mom took me back to the Buffalo Grill again tonight. She had been acting really weird all day so I knew something was up. She told me that Cheyenne had been sick with West Nile virus and that she was going to recover. I started crying even though I knew she was going to be alright. I kept asking my mom why she didn't tell me?? She doesn't have to answer because I know that if she had told me I wouldn't be sitting here tonight,and I know she knows it too. I walk out without eating and she pays the bill and we go back to the apartment.
 
My agent called to say the option for Vogue fell through but that a lady from an agency in London wants us to come to London on Monday to meet with her. My mom took the phone out of my hand to tell her that the only way we were going to London was if someone else was footing the bill for transportation and hotel. She knows there is not much chance of that happening. We are barely talking to each other at this point. We went back into the agency to get my ticket and it seems that they have misplaced it. No problem,my mom went all the way out to the airport on the train exchanged our tickets throught the agent and we are going home on Sunday. I called the agency to tell them we were leaving and this sweet lady named Patricia ask me how we were getting to the airport. I told her probably by cab and she told me to please let her send a car. After all this time in Paris,we finally get to ride in one of "the cars".
 
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sidenote by me...I have to tell you what happened to us the last night in Paris. We went to bed early and later some models came in that were staying at the apartment for the weekend. Michelle was out of town so they started partying till all hours. We knew we had to get up early so we shut our door and went to sleep. I woke up the next morning and walked into the living room. All the candles in the sconces on the wall had been left burning all night. The wall was scorched and there was candle wax all over Michelle's leather furniture. If the candles had not burned down to the bottom of the wick...I'm not sure if we would have been here today.....Viva La Paris!
 
What was the apartment like? Rooms/people/facilities? :flower::flower:
 
old real old... As I told you it was in the older part of Paris. We were on the 3rd floor of a walk-up. We had one room and use of the kitchen and bathroom. Michelle our landlady rented rooms out to the models from Ford. Two twin beds no chest of drawers...our clothes were hanging on nails on the walls.

Do you know Blanche street?across from the Moulin Rouge?
 
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A week after we get home Ford Chicago calls and says, "You guys aren't still mad are you?
 
cant wait for more installments, please say there are more!
Im currently a little bit younger than ali here and have recently been approached by a great agency. I understand how demanding it can be on young models but i am aware of this and highly doubt my success anyway.
Im curious though, how did your family cope back home with you not being around (or was ali an only child) because i have younger siblings who find it hard when mum isnt around. i would feel very guilty for mum to have to escourt me to jobs. Should i wait until i am older or start building up my book now? I know age has become less of an issue these days though.
 
Ali was like a kid with a toy dangling in front of it. She had all these dreams and according to her agent,all of it was attainable if she went to Paris. Do you really think I would have taken her half way around the world away from her friends and family if just one person had said it's all a gamble? I know...I'm the adult and should have researched all of this before buying into it. I blame myself for not being more in tune to what was going on with Ali. We had a long talk before we went about how hard it was going to be,moneywise and emotionally and I told her it was her decision....when it should have been mine. I'm not this stage mom who wanted all the limelight, I just wanted for Ali to have all the things I couldn't give her.....unfortuately we went for all the wrong reasons.
Ali was right, I loved Paris even on a poor mans budget I saw a lot. She read all of this last night and we laughed about all the crazy situations we found ourselves in....but she wasn't laughing then.
We never saw a dime from any of her jobs. I guess it was all swallowed up in agency fees. When we went to NY she had a negative balance. I took care of our rent,food and travel expenses and came home $3,000 dollars in debt

Three months later she wanted to go to New York. :blink:
 
Ali has two older sisters that adore her. They would support her no matter what she wanted to do, They were 10 and twelve when she was born and every time I told her no, they were there to say yes. Ali's Dad was a different story...he loves her a lot but has never been too keen on the modeling....that is until she made enough money to buy her horses,a truck and her trailer.
 
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This is a picture of Ali taken right before we went to Paris
photographer Terry David Drew
 
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Beautiful, she reminds me of Karolina Kurkova there a lot ! :flower:

Your and your daughters story is unbelievable interesting and I (and I think everybody else here as well) really appreciate that you invest all the time in posting it here.
Even though Im aware of the fact that it must have been really hard for you and your daughter and that there are even cases where it's worse, I stil want to experience this so, so bad, I dont even need to be on the cover or runways of some über-famous magazines/designers, I just want to have the chance to find my way to casting, open calls etc. in an unknow city like Paris on my own.
 
The story keeps getting better and better ^_^ *subscribe*
 
This is the most honest model story I've ever read. In the interviews, all the models say that they "love travelling and meeting new people" but it doesn't sound that much fun or honest having this in mind.
 
i think a lot of them really honestly do enjoy it...
but it is certainly not for everyone...

:flower:
 
i think a lot of them really honestly do enjoy it...
but it is certainly not for everyone...

:flower:


They should have stamped that quote on Ali's forehead....because we turned around and did it again. :stuart:
 

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