Showing posts with label Confessional. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Confessional. Show all posts

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Hairstylist and Makeup Artist Confessional


"You think cotton pads are soft, right? They’re not," said a model who quit walking runway show during fashion week because of the painful hair and makeup routine. "During the day it's a lot of putting on — and wiping off — makeup with cotton pads. And there's nothing gentle about that process, especially when you get your makeup changed about five plus times a day," she continued. "A Q-tip ends up feeling like a tiny knife after it’s used to straighten eye liner and get rid of smudges for the one hundredth time (a lot of the shows call for a smoky eye)." 

So, do the hairstylists, makeup artists, and manicurists working on hectic fashion shows even know they're hurting the models? Do they try to avoid it, at least? A top hairstylist, makeup artist, and manicurist explain their end of things.

"I don't care," laughed Guido, the lead hairstylist at Rag & Bone. "I think the girls realize you're frantic, because unlike the studio where it's a lot more relaxed, here there is a time constraint and a lot of girls to work on. I don't know that we're ever that rough, but it also depends on the look—if there is tight braiding or something, we might tug and pull a bit more. It's not that we're out to hurt the girls or anything, but there definitely is an understanding that there is sort of a drama to it all. During New York Fashion Week, most of the girls sit there quietly, especially because they just got off of holiday. But when the girls get to Paris, that's when the complaints and cries start, because at that point they're tired of being tugged and pulled. They're just done."

Makeup artist Gucci Westman (pictured above), key makeup team at Rag & Bone, prefers the gentle route, "I'm not rough when I apply makeup," she says. "I've never been a jammer when it comes to using my makeup brushes, I've always been aware of my hand. I think it depends on your personality though. I always try to be sensitive to being in someone's face, especially when everyone is rushing. You have to have some place of calm." 

Yeonjae Yuk, the head nail pro at Vivienne Tam, adds, "As a manicurist, I have to get a job done and sometimes that requires cutting the models' nails when they don't want them cut or putting on tips, which can harm the nail if they're not removed properly. And then there's the occasional nip with the cuticle nippers. So you can imagine that they're not always happy with me, but I try to be as gentle as possible while I'm working on them. A lot of times the girls will have sensitive cuticles and nail beds, so if I'm rough with my tools, they’ll definitely let me know. It's hard though because I have to be quick—there are a lot of girls to do in a very little time period, but I try to make it painless.”So soulless they aren't, but busy they are. Follow Carly Cardellino on Facebook and Twitter.

Photo Credit: Carly Cardellino


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Monday, September 9, 2013

Model Confessional: “Why I Quit Fashion Week”

Modeling isn't all drinking Champagne on yachts and being told you're fabulous. Runway modeling especially can be brutal. Ahead, one anonymous model shares the story of why she left the runways.

“I did Fashion Week from the ages of 18 to 21, with big dreams of landing a campaign. But because it’s all about booking the right shows, when you don’t, all you do is walk away with fried hair, clogged pores, blisters and around $200 per show. Eventually, I realized that catalog and print advertising work was the way to go because the money is so good and the job isn't stressful. Until I had that epiphany, show after show, I’d have barely enough money to pay my rent, which was $1500 a month, and a book's worth of backstage horror stories to tell my mother.

Everyone thinks fashion week is crazy, but it’s really the two weeks beforehand for models that is really insane. You’re expected to go all over the city to fittings and castings. There’s no time to eat lunch. And you’re so stressed out that you’re not even hungry anyway. Yet, a designer will see an outfit on you once, wait until you leave the casting, and then call your agent and ask why you’ve gained weight. And all you can think is, Seriously?! Once, while staring at my breasts, a designer said: “Have your boobs gotten bigger?” I said, “Yes, I just started taking a new birth control pill.” This designer then told my agent that I had to switch pills or else I wouldn’t be hired. Luckily I never had any other weight issues, but some of my friends did and they lost out on a lot of work.

The hardest part of fashion week for me though was when I sat in the hair and makeup chair. My skin is sensitive and I’d breakout almost immediately after they’d apply foundation. It actually got so bad that I started carrying around my Chanel Vitalumiere Aqua Foundation to each show, asking the makeup artists to use that instead, or else my face would start to burn and I’d get an inflamed rash all over. And — ready for this? — makeup artists set the makeup with hairspray (yes, they spray hairspray in your face), which didn't help matters! So basically, my skin never had a chance to calm down because the next day, the layers-of-foundation plus hairspray would go on. And on. And on.

Oh, and you think cotton pads are soft, right? They’re not. During the day it's a lot of putting on — and wiping off — makeup with cotton pads. And there's nothing gentle about that process, especially when you get your makeup changed about five plus times a day. A Q-tip ends up feeling like a tiny knife after it’s used to straighten eye liner and get rid of smudges for the one hundredth time (a lot of the shows call for a smoky eye). Needless to say, my skin—and my eyes—looked tired, irritated, and always felt super dry after each day of shows, so I'd have to sleep wearing a mask of Cetaphil Lotion every night.

Hair was another problem. I have super fine, thin hair that is also bleached. When I was going to the shows, I wouldn't know the hairstylist and he or she didn’t care how my hair looked after eight days of torture. They’d put gel in it and then brush it out, mess it up and have to redo the whole thing all over again, hairspray the shit out of it, pull on it every which way, until it was approved by the top hairstylist on the show. I'd look down and see all of my hair on the floor—in clumps.

While, in all fairness, some tried to be gentle, the truth is, most were more concerned with getting the job done. I felt like they didn’t think about how a human was attached to the hair and that I was a mannequin head. And with all of the styles, tangles, and tight braids that I endured, I'd have to go home and throw a ton of conditioner in my hair every night. Then after each season, I'd get a few inches cut off, since it was so matted and damaged.

I also have a bad habit of biting my nails, so the manicurists often put on acrylic tips, which would make my nails thin and weak. And if I didn’t have blisters from running around to the castings, I’d get them from wearing shoes that didn’t fit. Designers only order a certain number of each size shoe and whoever gets to the casting first, gets the right shoe size. The others just have to make the pairs that are left fit.

Even though I have a lot of nightmare stories about Fashion Week, it's still a cool thing to be able to tell people that you've done. And the fact that you walked in a Prada or Oscar de la Renta show gives you good bragging rights when you're pitching yourself to a potential employer. But there comes a point when you realize that some clients don't care if you've walked in Fashion Week, and those clients are easier to work with. So once I realized that, I decided to take a walk from the runway and focus more on making money doing modeling jobs that don't have any downsides. 

—As told to Carly Cardellino. 

Photo Credit: HBO


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Friday, September 6, 2013

Model Confessional: “Why I Quit Fashion Week”

Modeling isn't all drinking Champagne on yachts and being told you're fabulous. Runway modeling especially can be brutal. Ahead, one anonymous model shares the story of why she left the runways.

“I did Fashion Week from the ages of 18 to 21, with big dreams of landing a campaign. But because it’s all about booking the right shows, when you don’t, all you do is walk away with fried hair, clogged pores, blisters and around $200 per show. Eventually, I realized that catalog and print advertising work was the way to go because the money is so good and the job isn't stressful. Until I had that epiphany, show after show, I’d have barely enough money to pay my rent, which was $1500 a month, and a book's worth of backstage horror stories to tell my mother.

Everyone thinks fashion week is crazy, but it’s really the two weeks beforehand for models that is really insane. You’re expected to go all over the city to fittings and castings. There’s no time to eat lunch. And you’re so stressed out that you’re not even hungry anyway. Yet, a designer will see an outfit on you once, wait until you leave the casting, and then call your agent and ask why you’ve gained weight. And all you can think is, Seriously?! Once, while staring at my breasts, a designer said: “Have your boobs gotten bigger?” I said, “Yes, I just started taking a new birth control pill.” This designer then told my agent that I had to switch pills or else I wouldn’t be hired. Luckily I never had any other weight issues, but some of my friends did and they lost out on a lot of work.

The hardest part of fashion week for me though was when I sat in the hair and makeup chair. My skin is sensitive and I’d breakout almost immediately after they’d apply foundation. It actually got so bad that I started carrying around my Chanel Vitalumiere Aqua Foundation to each show, asking the makeup artists to use that instead, or else my face would start to burn and I’d get an inflamed rash all over. And — ready for this? — makeup artists set the makeup with hairspray (yes, they spray hairspray in your face), which didn't help matters! So basically, my skin never had a chance to calm down because the next day, the layers-of-foundation plus hairspray would go on. And on. And on.

Oh, and you think cotton pads are soft, right? They’re not. During the day it's a lot of putting on — and wiping off — makeup with cotton pads. And there's nothing gentle about that process, especially when you get your makeup changed about five plus times a day. A Q-tip ends up feeling like a tiny knife after it’s used to straighten eye liner and get rid of smudges for the one hundredth time (a lot of the shows call for a smoky eye). Needless to say, my skin—and my eyes—looked tired, irritated, and always felt super dry after each day of shows, so I'd have to sleep wearing a mask of Cetaphil Lotion every night.

Hair was another problem. I have super fine, thin hair that is also bleached. When I was going to the shows, I wouldn't know the hairstylist and he or she didn’t care how my hair looked after eight days of torture. They’d put gel in it and then brush it out, mess it up and have to redo the whole thing all over again, hairspray the shit out of it, pull on it every which way, until it was approved by the top hairstylist on the show. I'd look down and see all of my hair on the floor—in clumps.

While, in all fairness, some tried to be gentle, the truth is, most were more concerned with getting the job done. I felt like they didn’t think about how a human was attached to the hair and that I was a mannequin head. And with all of the styles, tangles, and tight braids that I endured, I'd have to go home and throw a ton of conditioner in my hair every night. Then after each season, I'd get a few inches cut off, since it was so matted and damaged.

I also have a bad habit of biting my nails, so the manicurists often put on acrylic tips, which would make my nails thin and weak. And if I didn’t have blisters from running around to the castings, I’d get them from wearing shoes that didn’t fit. Designers only order a certain number of each size shoe and whoever gets to the casting first, gets the right shoe size. The others just have to make the pairs that are left fit.

Even though I have a lot of nightmare stories about Fashion Week, it's still a cool thing to be able to tell people that you've done. And the fact that you walked in a Prada or Oscar de la Renta show gives you good bragging rights when you're pitching yourself to a potential employer. But there comes a point when you realize that some clients don't care if you've walked in Fashion Week, and those clients are easier to work with. So once I realized that, I decided to take a walk from the runway and focus more on making money doing modeling jobs that don't have any downsides. 

—As told to Carly Cardellino. 

Photo Credit: HBO


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