Waiting for one of our models at the entranceway to the International Beauty Show, I watched the guards pick out and direct them. “Model?” the security man asked a tall washed out girl. She nodded, and he let her in.
“Model?” he asked an awkward giraffe with a pimple on her chin.
She silently moved past him.
“Model?” he said to a skinny girl with poor posture.
“Yup,” she said, breezing by him.
Later, with hair and makeup, tight clothes and skyscraper heels, they rocked it. A light was switched on, in their demeanor, their stance, their faces. Their transformation was complete, from plain to spectacular.
Great hair color will do it. Red lips or smoky eyes. Turn your brights on. -JC
