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Without a seconds thought of hesitation, I’d booked my flight.īefore long it was suddenly April and I was on a plane to another adventure… The breath fell from my lungs with elation to learn that I’d be flying to Iceland in just a few weeks to join the one and only Miss Aniela and her team! She and and a group of budding photographers were off to the land of ice to shoot extreme fashion on extreme locations. As a non-agency signed girl with a fairly average look, I presumed I wasn’t their type of model but continued to openly enjoy what they created from afar.įast forward to March 2014 when a shocker of an email arrived. Rejection is a huge part of the modelling/photography world and anybody willing to be a part of it, must be toughened up to the reality of not always winning every battle. I applied for all that I saw but it came as no huge surprise that I was never selected for her productions. I would trawl through shoot castings day after day and occasionally some of Miss Aniela’s would show up. I wanted more than anything to experience the industry and to one day meet this creative team.Īs I discovered more and more about the world of photography, I was pointed in the direction of Model Mayhem a website designed for forum use and casting calls. It was the first behind the scenes showreel I’d ever seen and I knew in that moment that my new big ambition was to be a part of that world.
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It was the Miss Aniela duo of Nat and Matt working at Weston Park, shooting models in full eighteenth century Marie Antoinette costume. It was February 2011 when I began modelling and I was shown a behind the scenes video for inspiration. Referring to me as a ’ hardy model’ worthy of adventure and brave enough to take on the cold, I jumped at the chance to model not only in a location that oozed raw potential but for a photographer and true artist whose career I’d been following for ages. It was just six weeks before April twelfth when an email I received had me jumping for joy. And a deathly cold climate that can cruely kill…this is the country called Iceland. Snow storms that are conjured from the skies in just milliseconds blinding any distance beyond an inch. Wild winds that could choke your throat in black sand and send any navigator off course. Jagged rocks that would impale any unfortunate soul who fell on them.