can you find me a poem or saying about modeling problems?

Question

i need a poem that shows how hard modeling is.

please be serious.

Answer 1

Nudist Pictures-Free Exotic Stories-Beautiful Women in Competition- A Poem About Erotic Art, 'Mine'

(Kathy comments: I paint and sculpt female fantasy art and map faery tale adventures. I dream of beautiful women on canvas and art of exotic women)

By Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

Nudist pictures
Free exotic stories
Beautiful women in competition
Beautiful women art
tasteful, yes I try.
I paint them
ponder their pleasures on my canvas.
I worry
fret a lot
go back and forth
model for my own work
worry some more.

I feel evasive about the screams inside me.
Grim reaper artwork sometimes creeps in.
Exotic lap dancing?
Yes I have painted that too.
I sense them
sort out their illusions
as I stand back and observe me.
As I test my own wings
do I sing
or watch my own demise?

I am transfixed on my pleasures
or is it in the lack of them?
Inside someone
other than my own self.
Do I find I am breathing dust
a life lived by another
from their well aroused closets?
Free exotic stories
in exotic lingerie?

Beautiful women do indeed compete.
Nude women line these walls of mine
how do I know them or me?
Or a new insight of my own?
Can I weigh them fairly?
Can I see my own flesh in this tunnel?
Maybe so...
maybe I can feel my own measures.
What is old to them
new to me
and as I stand still
I see
and hear my own birthing cries.

I protest
or is it that I see a chance to know?

These confusions brought to the surface
these tin dwellings
grim reapers to some
these fragile flowers of grace
breathing.
I thought I could preserve in me
that ghost like treasure
I am always trying to define.
I grab my coat and cover my fingers with tape
lest I smell the rain's been deserted.

Sipping tea in the afternoon
I embrace my corner of this world.
Holding out for elegance
a single leaf from any tree you spy
that sense of miracles
is cradled by a love of beauty.
These naked bodies
of beautiful women
uninhibited song.

Do roses wear calluses?
I thought their petals were fragile.
Maybe by dancing they hardened their glare.
Those eyes on me
my tender Lily
do not shed one single dream of yours.
I will always play host to ships that sail
and feathers that meet the wind
despite what pictures I have taken.

Nudist pictures
Free exotic stories
Beautiful women in competition.
Beautiful women art
tasteful, yes I try.
I paint them
and then?
I ponder their pleasures on my canvas

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Answer 2

Over 20 years ago, Marcelle Clements wrote a brilliant piece for Mademoiselle magazine on the young super-models. It was called "What Happens to Pretty Girls" and was re-printed in her essay collection _The Dog Is Us_.

Here are some excerpts from the essay.

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“They burn out so quickly, it’s unbelievable,” says a magazine editor. “Sometimes in a matter of months. We’re going for younger and younger girls, looking for that special quality of vitality, that freshness. But something happen to them in the process that robs them of that very freshness that made us single them out in the first place.”

It’s almost as though, just as primitive people believe, the3 soul is somehow stolen by the camera.

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The inexperienced models who haven’t had to struggle for their acceptance usually aren’t aware of just how expendable they are. “You have to understand,” says an unusually frank magazine editor, “that these girls are PROPS. They’re props not only for the clothes but also to show the work of all the people who use them as props: the hair and makeup people, the photographers, the magazine people, or the advertising people.” And the Look these people wish to convey changes continually: the girl with plump rosy cheeks who was a huge hit when the Gym Look was in will be cast off without a second thought when the Look turns to sultry young beauties.


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The problems of coping with sudden success usually aren’t characterized by anything as dramatic as a suicide or a nervous breakdown. But, inevitably, the girl’s personality evolves in some way, and often that evolution is a type of dissolution.

Perhaps in part because of the demanding ours of the work itself, the social life that frequently accompanies it, and the common para-anorexic diets, the dissolution can simply take the form of constant fatigue. The model becomes unreliable. And then, unless she is a very big star indeed, there seems not to be very much sympathy for such a model among the people with whom she works. “No, I don’t feel sorry for them. Do you know who much money they make? These girls know what they’re doing,” says a photographer. “Don’t make the mistake of thinking they’re children. They may look like children, but these days a sixteen-year-old is very sophisticated. Believe me, a lot of these models are very shrewd. I have no respect for them when they behave unprofessionally.”

The best shoots are executed in the spirit of a friendly collaborative effort. When a model becomes a liability, the professional who are obliged to work with her quickly grow resentful. “Very often in these quick successes the girls soon becomes intolerable. She starts acting like a star. She’s out all night partying and shows up late for work, with her face all swollen, her hair dirty, her nails not done. She becomes demanding about who she’ll work with\. She throws tantrums on the set,” says a hairdresser. “No one wants to work with girls like that. They don’t’ realize that.”

If the girl is marginal, unreliability and bad temperament will be sufficient to get her blacklisted. If she has a great appeal on camera, however, she will hang on for a while. But this is a short-term reprieve. Because, ironically, the camera reflects the girl’s personality. And the naïve charm that made the girl successful in the first place cannot be faked by an inept actress.

“But how do they burn out so quickly? What is it hat happens to them physically?” I ask a makeup artist, one of the best in the industry.

“They get that tough, bitchy look,” he says.

And then they’re ruined. You can’t fix that with makeup.

[From “What Happens to Pretty Girls” by Marcelle Clements, collected in her 1985 “The Dog Is Us and Other Observations”]