Model Connections

images My friend Camille and I were out to dinner with Tabitha Monahan after I ran into her at a party. Camille, who forgot how irritating she can be, accused her of name-dropping.

Apparently she was at an opening and Justin Timberlake was there along with Cameron Diaz, or was it Naomi Watts? You can tell how much I gave a shit.

Afterwards, I reminded Camille that not everyone is discreet about who they meet. She was three Porto sheets to the wind, so I’m not sure she even heard me, but it got me thinking.

Models do run in those circles, but it’s not all glamorously based. Girls are flagrantly used like parsley on a plate to garnish and liven up a room. On many occasion we’re nothing more than live props no more important than the rented tables and stemware. And remember, for every Kate Moss, there are two-hundred of us you’ve never heard of.

So what if Bradley Cooper is across the room. Unless you’re twelve with legs you’ll let him climb like Mount Everest on his way out, you’re not even a thought.

You’re more a light fixture that moves.

I’ve never thought of myself as the dumb model, though I’m sure others have. The term, model, alone channels stupidity. Tabitha, poor thing, has the brain of a ladybug so it’s no wonder she boasts and brags. The upside of being brainless is that when Brad Pit walks right by without so much as a look, you don’t remotely notice absorbed in your powder puff.

I’m almost embarrassed to mention who I’ve met in my travels. Camille too. In her case she’s famous for treating the famous like they’re blue-collar workers.

“They love abuse, it’s so foreign to them,” she likes to say. “They’re just men remember, whose private parts happen to have private planes.”

Gotta love her.

It’s a myth to think the fashion world is an enviable one to be in. Not true. Yes, it has its perks like when you’re invited to a Stones concert or opening of a hot play, and there is the money that you didn’t bother saving. But for the most part it’s like any other business, just with a few familiar faces you can idiotically talk about at dinner.



About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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17 Responses to Model Connections

  1. katecrimmins says:

    “Parsley on a plate.” Wow! You are truly grounded. My ex was a senior exec at a very large company that you would recognize. There was the corporate helicopter and the box at the Meadowlands. Lots of great travel all paid. It wasn’t unusual for spouses to get expensive gift packages when he went to corporate sessions. All great stuff but in the end, I don’t miss any of it (except maybe the box for a rock concert!). It’s kind of the same thing. My job was to be interesting and decorate no matter how intelligent or accomplished I was. I didn’t have the really great experiences that you had but in a sense we are soul mates. Perhaps we were born too soon or perhaps it’s not the profession but the gender.


    • I think we were born to write and took a very long route to get to the page. I just gave what turned out to be a mock interview with a teenage girl. I always wish I had gone to school, not something she wanted to hear nor I at her age. See, in the beginning it’s all about looks and ego. You have no idea it’s a very hard, serious, kick-in-the teeth business. You just want to be fabulous in the back of a limo. Who said age was wasted on youth?


  2. Arthur Seder says:

    To me the most important thing to remember is that we’re the 99%. As you point out, in fashion and in every other profession – sports, medicine, finance, entertainment, law, business, manufacturing, – for every “star” you’ve heard of, there are literally thousands of us toiling in the fields, unrecognized and unsung, whether from lack of ambition or lack of propitious circumstances, or both. That’s just the way the universe is –


  3. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, interesting piece. You’re right thought, everyone, including me, can’t help but think that a model’s life is all glamour. Kind of like assuming nerds have no glamour in their lives.


  4. Patricia says:

    I never aspired to be a model. Seemed like a lot of work to me…and most of it unpaid.


    • It is a lot of work, but when you start young you love it since it’s all about you…that’s the trouble with it, you don’t realize it’s a serious, competitive business because you’re too busy preening.


  5. micklively says:

    My worms’ eye view of the fashion business tells me it’s a house built on sand. It works because it works. Like the emperor’s new suit, it’s only there whilst folk maintain their blind faith. Much economic activity is the same; built on the sand of “confidence”. Folk were conned out of their birth-rights last month: chances are, they’ll fall for it again this month and next month. Happy Christmas!
    I just loved “private parts happen to have private planes”. Thanks for yet another oasis of entertainment Susannah.


  6. I can see how this would be the case in an industry most interested in outward appearances. It’s like companies in China who will hire a Westerner to sit in the office to make it look classy.
    By the way, one of the things that first attracted me to your writing was the interesting metaphors you use. This post is a great example of some of them. I love “three Porto sheets to the wind” 🙂


  7. I just heard about a study that was done that proved wealthy people actually do enjoy being abused by the help in high end stores. According to the study, the shittier they are treated by the sales clerk the more they’ll purchase. Interesting to say the least. Needless to say the parsley is much more attractive.


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