Why Modeling Isn't Fun: ‘Vogue’ Pays Zilch, and People Laugh at You

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She met Testino at a party when she was 18. Her agents thrust her into his line of sight like a bunny for Hef at the Playboy mansion:
Two girls who worked for my agency grabbed me. One whispered: "That's Mario Testino, go and walk past him.""Which one?" I asked. I received a withering look.
"The grey-haired man over there—Rosie, you should really know these things."
I soon spotted a middle-aged man with a group of models sniffing around him, all desperately trying to get noticed... I wondered how to go about this without seeming too uncool. I took a deep breath and walked in his direction, swerving at the last minute. Suddenly I heard an Italian voice. "Dalin', you are bootiful! What agency are you with?"
A month later I was sent on a Vogue shoot with Testino. There were several other models there, but it was a huge honour for us all—so much so that Vogue paid us only in kudos.
There was also this other time Mortimer did an audition for a TV commercial in which she danced with rain-soaked tights around her boobs to Beyoncé in front of multiple cameras and cackling casting directors. Sounds like a real self-esteem booster!
Britain's next top model? No, thanks [Telegraph]

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