P&G Salon conference

Last Saturday night, I was luckily enough to be involved in the P&G Wella Professional Salon Conference at the beautiful Hotel Windsor in Melbourne CBD. Each of the models represented an influential and powerful woman from the decades from the 1920's up until now. These women included Coco Chanel, Madonna, Betty Davis and many more beautiful and inspiring women. The MC for the night was the stunning and talented Justine McInerney. I was styled as Katharine Hepburn. Do you see the resemblance?

Masonette

Just thought I'd post these pics from a recent shoot with designer Jo Mason (absolute sweetheart) from Masonette, Canix Jewellery and stylist Bianca Roccisano, who is awesome to work with since she talks almost as much as me. I love these designs and the theme of the shoot. The photos will appear in the next issue of Fashion Journal and an upcoming issue of Cosmopolitan magazine. The photographer was 18 year old Jacinta Rosewarne who has only got her first camera four months ago. Watch her. She is amazing. The other model is Laura Jane, such a stunning face!

in search of strippers and cocaine

It was the day I became a stripper. Yes I went to a private girls school but a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. I never thought it would turn out this way, but I had no choice. It just kind of...happened. I was unprepared for the events that were to unfold. I had been told they’d all be watching intently, but I didn’t expect the reaction they’d give me. Laughter? Really? Was that necessary? Sure my outfit was a little small for me but there was no reason to snigger! I thought the venue was a little too classy for that kind of reception. It was the Sandringham Yacht Club for heaven’s sake!


Humiliated. Mortified. Embarassed. Horrified. Violated. Exposed. Why? All thanks to a stupidly short dress on a runway.

No it wasn’t on the stages of Goldfingers but it might as well have been, I was practically wearing nothing. It was a parade for the World Sailing Cup and I unfortunately decided I didn’t need to try on this one dress of the eight changes I had that day. I had assumed it was a top to be teamed with shorts...I would pay for this decision dearly. All was going splendidly on the runway, not a problem in sight....until the dress. I was running a bit late before the show with hair and makeup so I only tried on half of my outfits. DAMMIT!!!

It comes to half way through the show when I first lay eyes on the “dress”. “Where are the shorts to go with it?” I ask innocently. “There aren’t any, unless you have a pair (implied ‘lol’)” replies my dresser. I struggle into this tiny purple singlet and stretch it over my uncovered butt. Now here’s the trouble with catwalk modelling: you have to wear a skin coloured g-string so it doesn’t show under the clothes, which means if you’re wearing a short dress then nothing is left to the imagination.

Here I was, in this tiny little “dress”, stepping out onto the runway. All was fine until I began walking and the dress began to creep up. That’s when I started trying to sneakily pull it down in the hopes I’d be subtle enough that it looked normal. But out flew my butt cheeks and cue the hysterics. Everyone at this ladies luncheon started laughing! I, on the other hand, began to resemble a tomato. I have never gone so red. I started getting tears in my eyes I was so embarrassed! I had to walk a good 50 metres in front of these women and cameras while everyone laughed.

Eventually I got back to the safety of the change room after what seemed like an hour of humiliation and remembered I had about four more outfit changes. This was my conversation with myself: “I must face them again. Change of outfit this time! Oh crap. What’s this? Change of shoes too? Oh no. I don’t know these shoes. They look kind of big. No time! Must wear them!”

So out I go, back onto the catwalk, pose and begin to walk. Off comes a shoe. I get back into it and keep walking but stumble. SCREW THIS!!!! I lean down, take of the shoes, lift them into the air and keep walking. Yeah bitches, I got this.

My story seemed so great and embarrassing until my poor friend Olivia had her entire boob fall out in front of the lifestyle party three days later. I’m sure she picked up some lusty sailors that night ;)

THE DRESS!!!!!!!!


*photography by Travis Burns

To violence against women, Emily says no

A few weeks ago, I was lucky enough to be involved in the launch of The Lingerie Boutique at Rivers Edge. The Lingerie Boutique is an online store providing Australian women (and their partners) with beautiful European labels such as Roberto Cavalli Underwear, Parah, Lou Paris, Lisca, Jolidon and Prelude.

The event was sponsored by 666 Vodka, Australia's premium vodka, and Siren shoes. 666 Vodka provided the most delicious cocktails while Siren provided the models with their beautiful heels.  Chanel Costabir, at just 23 years of age, created this online boutique stating the idea evolved from her "passion for lingerie" and her decision to "fill the gap in the Australian market for beautiful well-crafted lingerie".
 

The model's hair was done by the stylists at Headline Salon. The brief was for voluminous, sexy Victoria's Secret-esque locks, as they created to perfection.

The same brief was applied to the makeup, which was done by the girls from Gorgeous Cosmetics, who also donated some of their beautiful products to guests in their goody bags. I particularly love their "sheer brilliance" foundation as I usually only wear mineral foundation so it's light weight look goes well for a flawless complexion when I go out.

The event was also in support of the white ribbon foundation. The white ribbon foundation was established to help women who have been or are currently involved in domestic violence. Violence against women is a serious problem in Australia and leaves many women feeling unworthy and distrusting of men.Chanel chose this charity to support in order to instill confidence into the lives are many deserving Australian women. "My lingerie is all about creating confidence and women feeling good about themselves. Unfortunately there are women out there who don't have the opportunity to feel that, just because of their circumstances they can't feel confident and that's really sad to me." Everyone has heard about high profile cases of domestic abuse such as Rihanna & Chris Brown along with Whitney Houston & Bobby Brown, but most people don't know about these serious crimes going on in their backyard.

 
lingerieboutique.com.au is currently offering personalised fittings for a limited time and will open its virtual racks to sale very soon. Look out on Fashion TV for the follow up video soon :)

Steak anyone?

Picture this: walking into a room looking as nice as you can to meet a potential employer. In this room, you become surrounded by 30 stick thin drop dead gorgeous girls all competing for the same job. You eventually get called to your potential employer, hand them a picture of yourself while they inspect a book with pictures of you while you walk in a straight line down the middle of the room, pose at the end and walk back while being stared at by a bunch of the most stunning people you’ve ever seen along with your prospective money source. After you’ve been scanned for beauty, you are then sent on your way with a “thanks for coming”. Sound horrific? It freaking is! Why would I subject myself to such intense scrutiny? I’m still searching for the answer to that one.


What I just described was what is known in the fashion world as a “casting”. I like to call it the meat markets. It just doesn’t seem natural to go for a job based on your appearance but hey, that’s modelling. Literally the talents required for this business are genetic blessings (or the ability to apply makeup super well) and the capability to walk in a straight line with good posture. No joke, the walking is so much harder than it looks and I’ve seen some girls stuff that up hardcore, myself included. I’ve been told at castings that I walk in a diagonal line and that I pose to the wrong side. Riiiiight. Most people snigger at the seemingly “idiotic” models who stack it on cat walks all around world but before you do, imagine what it would be like if the shoe was on the other foot, literally. Those shoes are effing high! The shoes you are expected to wear at times look like they belong in a museum, they are so beautiful and obscure. I experienced one of these horrific accidents firsthand....when I had my first fall.

I was at a Jason Grech parade. For those who don’t know this designer, he creates magnificent couture gowns costing thousands of dollars each. This particular parade I participated in had a long stair case in the middle of a circular runway, which the models would use to enter and exit from. All was going according to plan until I tried on my longest dress of the set and had to walk back up the stairs. I didn’t lift the dress high enough when I took a step up the stairs and I stood on the front of it, causing me to fall forward onto my face. Not only did it hurt sooo bad but it was in front of about 60 people. Nice. All I could do was pick myself up, dust myself off, turn around to the crowd with my thumbs up and force out an “I’m ok” while gritting my teeth so I didn’t cry from the pain. This was not quite as bad as other falls models have made.

If you have a look on youtube there are countless videos of models losing their footing on catwalks. My personal favourite was from America’s Next Top Model when there were giant pendulums swinging across the runway and one of the girls got hit by it and was tossed off the catwalk. I shouldn’t laugh because she got injured but it is freaking hilarious.

I’m just saying, next time you go and make a comment about how stupid models are because they fall over all the time, just take amount to think about the size of their shoes. So shut up, I wear heels bigger than your dick.