» Sandra’s naked
Sandra Omo can wake up without her make-up and still pose for some pictures
I wish I had set out some time for a ‘question and answers’ session during the short meeting I had with the models who attended the casting at which I happened to be one of the judges last week.
This is because half an hour after the meeting, some waited outside with questions for me. The first thing I wondered was how many others had questions to ask but had gone home because they could not wait. To be frank, as they began to ask their questions, I thought it was actually a good thing I didn’t have a Q and A, as the majority of questions did not really need answers but a laugh.
“It is the photo I am most proud of, and I am quick to point out that it is me with no make-up”
The whole of my Sunday was spent flipping through at least fifty portfolios in order to find new faces to front the adverts for this trendy salon I have modelled for so many times that the salon’s name has become a synonym for my face. I have many other commitments these days so it was time to put up new faces that are not associated with any other adverts or titles. As a result, the casting call was for models with a fresh face but with experience as well. When the management informed me, I knew it was going to be a fun experience as there is nothing more interesting than seeing people go through what you are accustomed to, from another angle.
I never imagined that a day would come where I would loath doing a fashion show. In fact, what I felt three days ago, even now, was beyond loathing; I virtually have no word to describe it. At one point, it was disappointment, then came anger, followed by shame – yes shame for being part of such a show, then at last came irritation; I felt irritated the whole night. Prior to now, I have heard models talk about disappointing jobs, and I have had some of those myself but when it comes to fashion shows, I was confident that no matter how bad it might have been, nothing matters once I step on the runway. However, the last show I did proved that this is so not true. I actually came close to walking out on the organisers when it got to my turn to get on the catwalk. For all I cared, I was better off not being a part of this show.
Earlier this week, I went for a coffee with a new friend of mine from Thailand who was just visiting home again. Halfway through the coffee we got talking about careers. Well, I know what he does and that he lives in Thailand, but he knew absolutely nothing about me, as we never had time to chat, hence the coffee.
