I have new pictures from a photo test I did back on October 25. These are all by a photographer named Elina Bellemere. She was an impossibly cool young mum who stomped around her apartment in brown leather boots and a flannel shirt and kept on pursing her lips and looking at me through her eyelashes when she was setting up shots. She took all these in the space of maybe an hour, and it was brilliant.
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After these shots in the denim outfit, I put on Elina’s olive green chiffon Rick Owens dress. And a hat.
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Model Room-mate likes the one above.
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And, for the last look of the test, I wore a black halterneck top and leggings.
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Playing spot-the-difference between this photo and the one below, you can notice: I have a vaccination scar in black and white, but not in colour. And I have a small pimple on my chin in black and white that also does not appear in colour. We models owe so much to PhotoShop.
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This last one is my personal favourite. I will lose faith in my agent if it doesn’t make it into my book.
Tomorrow I shoot for Glamour. Wish me luck!
7 responses so far ↓
Danny // November 14, 2007 at 7:29 pm
I totally agree with model roommate- that one shot is definitely my favorite. there’s something about the eyebrows that remind me of Brooke Shields when she was a model
Peter // November 14, 2007 at 9:14 pm
Jenna, you’re so gorgeous!!! Good luck with your photo shoot tomorrow with Glamour!!
Erin // November 14, 2007 at 10:28 pm
Wait, why did Jennifer Connely take the dress in the second green photo? Was she there?! womg.
No for serious, I want that dress. I don’t care how cool the photographer was, break in in the night and steal it. It won’t fit, I’m just going to hang it like a picture and stare at it obsesivley.
Thanks in advance,
Erin
Dad // November 15, 2007 at 6:43 am
Have fun at your shoot tomorrow - you look like you belong on the pages of Glamour!
nlvp // November 15, 2007 at 10:03 pm
You write really well. I agree about the best photo. Welcome to Paris. Sorry about your scary room mate. Good luck with the shoot (although it must be done by now? Did the strikes cause issues?).
Mum // November 15, 2007 at 10:13 pm
Jenna,
Those are great photos!! I love the green dress, too. Did you say it was Elina’s? Like Elina in SF?
Way cool. I liked them all, of course. Add them to your portfolio and have fun tomorrow. (If it is not already tomorrow where you are!)
Love, Mum
photojenna // November 18, 2007 at 3:23 pm
Erin — I still have the door code to her building. Guerilla Rick Owens-liberating is therefore possible, but unlikely (since the photog would still have to, you know, let me into her apartment when I knocked on her door). Luckily I got a good look at how it was made and might make myself a similar dress in future. The cut was really simple, but I liked it a lot, too — a cowl with spaghetti straps, and a roomy body gathered in front at the bust. Not too hard to take inspiration from.
Danny — let’s hope one day I have my own chance to publicly slap down Tom Cruise as well. That really would be a dream come true.
Peter — Thank you, I love you.
Dad — Thanks! Love you, too.
NVLP — You are officially the first commenter to my blog who isn’t a friend or family member. You’re extremely validating and polite, to boot. I feel like I should send you a prize or something. Thanks for your kind words — luckily, after a few uncomfortable days, the Turk and I made up over a shared love of Desperate Housewives and Orhan Pamuk. As for the shoot, I had to walk an hour there and back. Not a single metro, not a single cab. Sigh. I’ve gotten used to planning most of my trips around Paris around the line 14, since it’s fully automated, and doesn’t have drivers to strike. I hope that is the way of the future, because honestly I don’t have much sympathy for train drivers’ heartfelt wish to continue retiring at 50 on this, the fourth day of the systemwide strike.
Mum — Yes, the photographer’s name was Elina, almost like our cousin/niece’s name. If only it was as simple as as adding the pictures to my portfolio! I have to wait for my agent to decide which two or three best represent me, get them retouched, okay the finalised images or send them back for re-retouching, and print them out in high-res on good paper, and then take all the pictures out of my book, add the newbies to the mix, and play around with them on the floor until an order suggests itself. It’s a delicate process, best not rushed, and it drives me insane.
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