Sophie Ward

ace those are awesomeee! wow its been a long time since the last I visited Sophie...

she still rocks! :wub:
 
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Facefoward recently caught up with Sophie Ward on location outside of London dying to know what she's up to and where she's headed.

How did you get involved with modeling?
Sophie Ward: The story goes like this: Gemma was in the audience to watch the competition “Search for a Supermodel” in Perth and she was discovered by an agent who saw her sitting there. She called my mum and asked her to come down to the TV studio because she was in the final 10. We (me and mum) were in the audience watching her and the judges asked me why I didn’t enter. Then I explained I was Gemma’s sister. The same agent who took on Gemma asked me to join the agency too. I couldn’t enter the competition because I had my finals three weeks later so we decided to take it slowly, at my own speed, when I had the time. A few weeks later was the “City Face Competition” (which discovered Nicole Trufino and Dion Carnell) and they asked me to enter, but I said I had to study. They begged me to come so I went in the afternoon and won the competition, That’s how I got my first photos done, in 2003, then I was at university in Perth and I kept modeling at arms length, I decided education was more important, then in the third year I was able to go to Sydney a lot for lots of different jobs, I had become more mature and learnt how to juggle lots of things.

What is it like sharing the same name as your sister who is an international supermodel?
Sophie Ward: Its cool, I get to do lots of fun stuff, it’s opened the world up for the whole family. It’s made it possible for all of us to travel to see our family in England. I miss Gemma so much when she’s not here, but now I get to see her much more often. Gemma was 15 when she started, and she always had a chaperon, my mum was with her for six weeks in New York when she first went there. She was on option for Meisel the whole time and they weren’t sure how long to stay in New York for because it was costing money and nothing was happening. But she got the break and got the Prada campaign. Our parents let us try anything we like, they are really good to us. People always say that we’re so happy together and it’s true. They wanted us to experience a richer understanding of life so they were happy to see us be happy within ourselves by experiencing so much. Mum is a nurse and Dad is a doctor so they are both very educated and caring people.

Do people always compare you to her, or have expectations of you because of her?
Sophie Ward: We’re both our own person, one of the main obstacles of my career is that people will always compare me to her. I didn’t want to be at IMG to begin with because it’s the same agency as Gemma but I’m glad I decided to because they understand we’re different and have different looks.

What is your relationship like with Gemma?
Sophie Ward: We’re best friends. I went oversees for the first time to Glastonbury festival in England last year and we went to Porto Fino in Italy at the home of Dolce & Gabbana when Mario Testino was shooting Josh Hartnett and Gemma together. Now and again Gemma reminds me about when we were there and Mario told her that she looks so normal standing next to me because I am taller and look more couture than she does. We are very close as friends but we have strong points of difference of course. She showed me around in New York, it was amazing because she lives there most of the time and it’s like home to her now. It was her turf and it changed our relationship and took it to another level. We realized how much we love each other. We both love having our family around. It’s like your heart. We’ve spent all of our lives together but it’s hard to be apart but now I know she’s always close by no matter where I am.

What are your other brothers like?
Sophie Ward: I have two brothers who are twins, Henry and Oscar. They’re 15 years old. It’s hard to tell if they’re going to model when they’re older. If it’s up to them then they won’t. It’s not something I can see them being interested in, they are really into playing basketball and they both really love school, they’re insanely smart. Oscar learnt to read when he was three, and then taught Henry how to read as well. Oscar is definitely going to be something academically extraordinary when he is older. A few years ago I told Henry that if you drink lots of milk you get strong and tall. He wants to be 6′7” tall like Michael Jordan, and I said if you drink milk it will make you grow, now he drinks two liters a day of milk, cereal three times a day.

What is it like back in Australia in the Ward family?
Sophie Ward: In Perth the family house is really big and airy. It’s in the suburbs near to the river. It’s far from anywhere and so it’s expensive to travel so we would have family holidays along the coast, ride jet skis, play golf and tennis. It’s very recreational. There is no nightlife really in Perth but it’s a very safe place to live. In our house the kitchen was always the center of the house. My mum would cook lemon meringue pies because we have a lemon tree out the back. We sat for hours and hours talking when we were younger. Mum taught us how to cook and about life. People said we were like the Brady Bunch because we got on so well it was odd, we argued sure but it was always so nice to live there. We all took a course about how to resolve conflict and leave the past behind and about how live a life full of infinite possibilities. It’s called Landmark Education. You can do it all over the world. Police forces do it and now they’re trying to implement it into schools.

Where do you all live now?
Sophie Ward: Gemma lives in NY most of the time. She just got her own apartment eight months ago. I’ve been living in Sydney around my friends Tiia and Dion [Carnell] for the past year and the rest of family is still in Perth. My aunty has bought a derelict French house and the whole family is going there to do it up. I think my parents want to retire to France and have goats and orchards.

What were you all like as children growing up in Perth?
It was so funny, I have so many stories. We spent our whole childhood barefoot. We had a go-cart and we could all fit on it and we would roll down the hill. We did the most crazy things in that, we jumped off the jetties and went to the ice cream stores. Holidays were spent at the beach. My favorite holidays were the ones where we banned anything with a screen (televisions, Gameboys or anything like that), so we would go camping. I remember me and Gemma had a dictaphone and we made up stories with each other and then listen back to them and laugh all night long. Before that we used to write letters to each other when we were in the car. We made up a story that I was the woman who owned a quickie mart, my brother’s character I can’t remember actually and I think Gemma was a lady who owned a tissue factory. For Gemma’s 18th birthday, I scanned all of the letters I could find and made them it into a book. She loved it so much! We also had a swing in our back garden, it was on a huge pine tree maybe 30m high and my dad put a rope on. We used to jump off the shed onto the swing and do gymnastics, then the branch fell down eventually, and we were sad.

Your Grandma has a reputation of being quite the fashionista herself. Tell me a bit about her.
Sophie Ward: Oh yes, Nanna lives in Essex, just outside of London and she was the chaperon for Gemma when she came to London, so my Nanna would come. She lives alone and loves going on outings to London. She always called up the agency to ask where Gemma was staying and who she was shooting with. My bookers told me that she would ring and ask “Who is she shooting with this time, it is Nick [Knight] or Mario [Testino]” then she would say “Ok I’m going to have tea with Mario.” Gemma was so embarrassed by her for a while she came along to the shoot and tell the team which photos she likes on the computer screen. She’s so chatty and she tells you every detail of her life. I’m sure Mario was thrilled.

What have you been able to experience so far through your work?
Sophie Ward: The main reason I stuck with modeling is the people, the amazingly inspiring, creative and energetic characters. There is so much life in fashion. I love that the other reason is that it opens so many doors. Gemma was really into acting and acting school doing commercials in Australia. It seemed like a good way to break into it. I think now she sees modeling as acting in a way. I think that’s why she’s such a great model. I did an arts degree and so I get to meet all of the top writers in fashion. They wouldn’t know who I was if I wasn’t a model. It’s like training for something creative.

Has it made you look at the world differently or changed your plans for the future?
I grew up next to a university so I always wanted to go there, I don’t plan too far into the future. I don’t think you can do that. Life can change so fast in a week, right now modeling has changed my life in a different direction. I’m still living a life that I love and it’s changed my life but in accordance with my heart.

What do you do like to do in your free time?
Sophie Ward: I listen to music a lot, I haven’t been able to do it much recently but I love going to museums with exhibitions. I hardly go shopping, but I like going to markets, especially little antique type ones or book fair’s. I like museum shops and art gallery shops more than clothes shops. I like hanging out in the park and going to parties, dinner parties, picking cherries. I love writing emails too. I’m really dedicated to writing to my friends back at home about how I feel. I can express my emotions very easily through writing. It’s how I write when I write for magazines too, very unconscious, I never think about what I’m writing, it just comes out naturally.

How would you describe your style?
Sophie Ward: I would say quite earthy, a lot of it is high fashion style but not always expensive and quite graphic too, I like lots of shapes and prints. Growing up I stood out because I’m so tall. When I was young I wanted to hide and blend it now I express it because I am tall and its part of who I am. I always try and make new combinations with all of my clothes so I have a different look each day.

Everything about you is so innocent. Surely you must have some vices?
Sophie Ward: Well yes, I do, they aren’t too naughty I hope… They all begin with the letter C too….chocolate, cigarettes and coffee.
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I don't think she looks like Gemma at all :huh: Her face is a bit horsey?
 
these are from Yen not sure if they have been posted (sorry so small)

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I like her mid length hair..is it really like that now?
 
:woot: cool!

Melbourne Fashion Festival model blog


Monday Mar 5 12:00 AEDT
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ninemsn's insider at the Melbourne Fashion Festival is model Sophie Ward — sister of top international model, Australian Gemma Ward.
Sophie will be updating this blog throughout the week so make sure you check it out each day for the lowdown on the frocks, the shoes, the after-parties and all the backstage gossip.


Do you have a question or comment for our model blogger?



Friday, March 2:

Flew in to Melbourne from Sydney at 9am today after a night of minimal sleep. I'm tired but happy first of all because I'm visiting Melbourne again, and secondly, because I'm still filled with good memories from the evening before which I spent cavorting in platinum gold leggings and silver glitter stacked heels. It's been a long week, and my efforts last night were requisite play time hours that I think I deserved...

Melbourne will be great fun as always. The people here always treat us so well during the L'Oreal Fashion Festival. Sonya Kukainis and I are regulars because they know how much we enjoy ourselves and how we're pretty much in fits of laughter the whole time.

We sat together on the plane over, after nearly missing our window for boarding. Security almost took away a French pocket knife which my Dad gave me for my birthday. Airports always exhaust and bewilder me. So many people at such small hours. I almost wish we arrived half an hour before departure so we could skip the line. Too much waiting. No time for breakfast.

By the time we finally arrive in the taxi at the Oakford hotel on Collins St, we're hot and exhausted and the taxi driver is as edgy as we are because of a huge truck accident on the highway between the airport and city. My brain feels like it has big vacant spaces in it.

A little later after a hot shower, I realise the extent of those vacancies. I've left my laptop, almost like a treasured and helpless friend, in the taxi. I nearly have a heart attack. An hour and many pressured phone calls later, I track down the cab and its driver and he tells me someone tried to pass my laptop off as their own when they got into the car after us.

I thank God that there are good honest people out there, and that I believe in them, and thank Sonya for praying to God: While I was jittering around the apartment trying to figure out if I really did leave it I the cab, she sat on the bed praying to God that it would come back to me, and said "Sophie, say Amen, say Amen Sophie!" Amen... I mean, really.

Today fittings last for four-and-a-half hours. Basically we have 12 shows to do this week each with up to 6 different outfits. That makes for a lot of outfit changes. Everyone asks about my laptop. I have a nap on the floor using it and my beret as a pillow once I have it back in my arms. Sonya takes photos. At the end of it all I'm so tired, I can hardly get into my pyjamas, putting clothes on and off becomes such a chore when you do it all day. I sometimes wish I didn't have to wear any at all. Life might be a little easier (but perhaps not quite as much fun).

This evening we hang out with our friends Holly (Caulio) and Melissa (Moyle) in their room across the hall. I swing my legs out the window from the sixth floor and watch the sky darken. I get some glasses of cold water in the kitchen and break the water jug getting it out of the fridge. It's time to sleep, I think. The bed in our room feels like a cloud covered in soaked marshmallows.
 
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Saturday, March 3:

Saturday is the same as Friday, more fittings. Sonya (Kukainis) and I console ourselves before them with breakfast in an alley way at our favourite restaurant, Cafe Cortile in Block Plaza. We have poached eggs, coffee and juice. It's about midday. We've slept 13 hours. Sonya thought it was 11pm when I told her back in our bedroom it was 11am.

Fittings start at 1pm. We get fitted for the opening show and I perk up when I see I get to wear a Jiton mini dress. It's covered in diamonds which are all encrusted in tight silver mesh and huge bell sleeves. It's amazing and couture and extremely silver.... The stylist says she might cry because it fits so well and looks surreal. I watch a boy practice moonwalking in a space suit. The theme for tomorrow is outer space and the future, so Kat the stylist has everything silver and glittery. I love it.

After we are released from the fitting room we make our way to Retro Star to ironically, try on more clothes. This time though, it's more enjoyable, because Sonya and I are finding clothes for ourselves to wear in our own lives, not some one else's fantasy. We spend a lot. I find a tiny tight Alaia-like black dress with a little cap sleeves and shoulder pads, a navy leather skirt with tassels and tortoise shell wayfarers. This place is a favourite pit stop in Melbourne, and we're happy it's expanded since our last visit. Business is good then, as it should be. It's fantastic. We notice there is no sign for it out the front. As there shouldn't be...!

Saturday night we watch Richie Rich on television. We paid a visit to the grocery store after Retro Star and are happily satisfied for the night with ginger nuts and vanilla tea. About half-an-hour before the daylight ends tonight I take the little black dress for a walk up Collins street, just window shopping while the sun sets. Later I've made plans to have a glass of wine with an old friend at the French restaurant next door, share stories for a few hours and relax. I'm nervous that I'll have far too much fun and stay up too late, drink too much wine and smoke too many cigarettes from comfort of those tables along the pavement. The sky looks incredible tonight, like a desert above an ocean.

Tomorrow there's more fittings and then the opening party. Friends from Sydney arrive tomorrow too. More dinners. More pavements. More fun. I do love my life... It is so completely my own and I love what I've created in and around it. Sonya and I have decided today to add a new pit stop to our experience of Melbourne. For half an hour today we sat outside a coffee shop on Swanston street, in the gravel courtyard by Chanel, watching this great flow and tide of activity. We see a man walk up to his girlfriend with a small Gucci gift bag behind his back. They spend about 10 minutes kissing and then go into Starbucks. There's a little girl with glasses and a teddy bear running around using a granite seat slope as a slide. Another pair of older girls practice cheerleading, and two horses with feathers perched between their brows clop by.

I remember the first time I came to Melbourne, we crossed the road to come to this very square — which was hosting what sounded like a big jazz band out in its openness. It was dusk and there was a man in a dinner suit dancing a little two step by the traffic lights — looking glorious with a huge smile on his face. He was so completely in his own world, the world of those jazz players. Melbourne is fantastic, I decided...
 
Sunday, March 4:

I wake up and pull on denim shorts. I walk down the block to more fittings and arrive early. It's the Designer Award fitting. These guys are all very talented. I ask about their inspiration. That's my favourite part, the brains behind the many dawns spent sewing and patterning and problem solving.

When we've done all our fittings we walk to Max Brenner for iced coffee and I buy fresh figs on the way, my favourite fruit, the most spectacular by far. I speak to my mum on the phone because it was my twin brothers’ birthday party last night. She's making pancakes back in Perth — with bacon and maple syrup, New York style — because my brothers miss their other sister who left for the big apple a few weeks ago. They spent their party singing with 30 friends and a guitar, and shooting part of their movie until 3am. They've just turned 16. They thrill me so much...

Our call time for the Opening show today is 1pm at Government house. We decide to walk there in the sun, but then see friends in a car on the way who offer us a lift. We pull up along the building, and get out to find the hair and makeup team. This building reminds me of the Jardin de Tuileries in Paris, because of all the white gravel and hedges. Inside there's a throne, where, apparently, the Queen hangs when she comes here...

After a few rehearsals (Tallulah's eye's don't stop watering because her hair is so tight) and some hours in hair and makeup (Tallulah's hair comes down) we all look intergalactic enough and the show begins on schedule. I'm first out and the music is so awesome. The crowd loves it. My diamond dress is a huge hit. We've spent the afternoon doing a lot of press photos, eating pumpkin and walnut sandwiches, sushi and fruit. Thank goodness some blessed person snuck my friend Lauren Brown and I a glass of Moet before the show. They know how much we appreciate the precious things ...

Afterwards, the 200-strong crowd get their shoes stuck into the outside lawn and their sunglasses up against the setting sun. This garden party is usually pretty enjoyable. All kinds of liquids flow... martinis, champagne, beer. Canapes drift around. I see my agents from Sydney and Melbourne. I see my buddy Toni Maticevski, and Kirrily Johnston. Fleur Wood and Wayne Cooper are around too.

There are a lot of people I know and love. It's good to be back in Australia. One of the astronaut's friends invites me to the casino... I'm not much of a gambler, not with my money at least. With other things, perhaps a little. I decide to gamble my energy instead and walk home, unwind. Someone, a friend, invites me to dinner, so of course, I go. How can I not? He's gorgeous, French, and I want a tart citroen to share with someone...
 

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