Jenna’s Model Life

I shot a sunglasses editorial shoot today for Italian Glamour magazine. It’ll also run in US Teen Vogue and Italian Vanity Fair (Condé Nast publications often run editorials concurrently in different markets). The photographer was a five-months-pregnant, 38-year-old bundle of energy named Stefania who busily snapped pictures of me and Malin, the 16-year-old Swede who’ll be one of the three other models you’ll see when you pick up your issues of Teen Vogue this December make that February who knows? Aside from bumping me just as Corinne, the wonderful makeup artist, was brushing mascara on my left eyelashes, I thought Malin was pretty nice for a blonde Viking giantess. Good luck on your maths test Monday, Malin!

Stefania and Eduardo, the fashion editor, made a great team, and since the focus of the shoot was the sunglasses, I got to wear my own clothes (not having to change clothes in the back of a panel van parked at the Place Concorde = good day of modeling).

Halfway through the afternoon, Eduardo asked if I wouldn’t like to do a fashion editorial with him and Stefania in Sardinia. I said that would suit me very well, Stefania nodded enthusiastically, and Eduardo called my booker then and there to option me for the job. When a model accepts an option, she gives a client the first right-of-refusal on her services for the timespan of the proposed job: You keep your day, night, or week free, in exchange for a pretty good (but not 100%) chance of working (clients generally use options either when they’re interested in a couple girls but want to be able to change their minds, or when they expect the details of the job itself might change). The great news, aside from Stefania and Eduardo being talented individuals, smart conversationalists, and the job being in Sardinia, and it being for Italian Glamour? It’s a cover shoot. If it happens, it’ll be the end of this month.

Today, I saw Nina-Garcia-Fashion-Editor-For-Elle-Magazine. She was walking into her hotel, and she was wearing these shoes. I never would have thought she was the sportiletto type — to me they look like something Santino might approve of. Regrettably, I didn’t have my camera to freeze the wonderful moment in time.