Dirty Girls

If I was a model and I knew I was booked for a photoshoot, I would start preparing weeks in advance. I would go for sunbed/tanning sessions, I would make sure my nails were perfectly manicured, I would have perfectly groomed eyebrows, I would defuzz everything that needed to be. I would arrive looking like a doll without ANY makeup on, that includes remnants of last night's makeup.

But alas that is often how models do not arrive to a shoot. I have seen some scary hygiene issues *shudder*. My pet hate is dirty hair. I don't like the fact that in this industry I am expected to do hair too, your face and hair are two very different entitities so why should I have to do hair?!? So I have this aversion to hair styling and then a girl with dirty hair sits in my chair, do you have any idea how sickening it is to use a hair iron on greasy hair? It literally melts into a flat disgusting strip. So gross. I used to grin and bear it and try not throw up a little in my mouth, but now I have discovered Dry Shampoo!!!

Its a spray that refreshes your hair between washes and makes it look squeaky clean, it really works, it will change your life forever! I now keep a bottle in my kit ready to fumigate any dirty heads.

I see dead people

I often get asked to help behind the scenes; I make a great reflector girl and am good at coming up with Macguyvery ways to solve problems. But there is a limit. Dead people are the limit.

We were shooting an instructional video for the SAPS Forensic Unit and after finishing the pretty detective's makeup I was asked to do some makeup for John (is it John? Maybe Ed, or Joe... I was too traumatised to remember!). I turned around and was presented with a human skull! There were numbers written across the forehead with permanent marker and could I please cover them up? Erm how about no? I feel very uneasy about dead people, especially dead people who were found in a veld with trauma to the head and who were never ever claimed by their family. I dont want the lost soul of a murder victim latching onto me as I rub its forehead like a magical lamp.

I squealed and whined so one of the real detectives (Detective McSteamy - more about him later!) took over the task. I must say he did a pretty good job!


Our dear John Doe did a great job that day too, he really is a natural!

We've been sniffing our brush cleaner

A certain makeup artist and I never seem to be clever at the same times. One of us is always confused, and the other one has a good laugh.

Recently I passed a wedding on to her because I wasn't available. I sent her a mail on the 12th of August with the date in the subject box and all the necessary details. I didn't check my mail again that evening and the next day I found 3 mails from her, sent a few minutes apart:

1st reply: "Hi, I dont mind helping at all but when is it?"
2nd reply: "Oh duh, just noticed your subject line in BOLD 11/09. Ok now I'm really confused wasnt that yesterday?
3rd reply: "Oh wait we are in 08 (August) LOL !!! I've been awake since 3am this morning (Isabella's teething) is that an excuse for my moment of extreme blondeness!!!!!!!

I heart muas!