Modeling for Korto Momolu

written on January 21, 2009 in Stardom

Remember when I told you that I was going to be modeling for Korto Momolu? Unlike the fashion show back in 2006, it’s not some scam (my parents kept thinking it was), but completely real. I’m still a little dazed that someone of my height (5’4) would be able to walk down the runway for such an amazing designer.

The show took place last Saturday at one of the many “inauguration balls” held in President Obama’s honor, and prior to that there were 2 fittings. The first fitting was an absolute mess because I never made it there, due to a car accident where our car got completely totaled. When I finally got back from the hospital, I get an email saying that the fitting was canceled. Um, wtf?

The second fitting was at the hotel the next day, and I had a nervous breakdown when I saw the 5’10 models who all seemed to know each other. I think it was from the trauma the day before + crazy hormones during the time of the month. I was somewhat relieved when a shorter model showed up.

Korto herself was such a nice lady. She made an effort to remember everyone’s name, and she was very lenient about how we wanted to walk down the runway. She kept telling us to just have fun out there, which was such a relief for me since this was my first major show. As a matter of fact, the makeup artist, hair stylists, and stylists were all very sweet. The only one who was bitching was some lady from the magazine sponsoring the event. She wouldn’t stop complaining about my hair or my makeup, and even sat on my clothes while I was getting changed. I was not amused D<

As nerve wracking as the preparation and waiting had been, I felt so at ease when I walked down the runway. And oh my goodness, the feeling was absolutely incredible: all these people ooing and ahhing over your clothes, the lights shining, the cameras flashing, I hate to sound shallow, but I was soaking up every second of it. I wore a black strapless jumper with a belt for my first outfit and a gorgeous champagne gold military jacket dress for my second outfit. Guess which one is me!

Lovin' our President Obama fans

Though it wasn’t a paid gig, I loved feeling like a mini celebrity (people wanting to take pictures of you and with you) for a night. Error processing request