I had a series of interviews with part-time local (Maltese) models the other night.
I wanted to cover the model profession for my Zone video website and knowing that modelling and fashion are popular subjects among young people I knew a few related video features will attract online viewers (interviews will be available next week on timesofmalta.com)
There is just so much to learn about the modelling industry, the models specifically.
So much that is useful for when it comes to what I’d teach my kids.
Both dos and don’ts, that is.
It’s an extremely tough industry, if you look at it from backstage, behind the scenes, and especially behind the make-up, and the curlers, and the high-heels.
I mean it!
Being a model is so tough that only a professional soldier could compare muscles.
And here, it’s not just about looks and height – in the modelling profession, not in the soldiering one – but also about having a tough character, and a strong bone, to face and sustain the industry’s extremities.
I won’t share my personal impressions on the models I interviewed, because it’s unprofessional and personal opinion wasn’t the objective of these videos.
But I feel thankful about hearing the backstage talk (the off-the-record bits), because I realised how well Rudyard Kipling has put it in his poem, If, on how a person can grow while life throws just about anything at him.
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
‘ Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!