Saturday, October 15, 2005
Being a Model
Weird dream last night. First, I was trying to get some custom-made sweater done, with a special pattern. I had to feed the right data into some weird machine. Then I had to ride on the weird machine. [I told you this was weird.] Then it seems that a whole suit was produced, a top and skirt, which I was wearing -- very chic-looking, but I wasn't sure this was the pattern I wanted and I wanted to try another one. But this time, the machine came by and it was like getting on a ski lift, but I couldn't get on.
Then I was in a different place, sitting on stairs in some fancy room, wearing a really pretty yellow frilly dress, watching all these "real" models go up and down staircases with different outfits on. The designer was woman, who later encouraged me to go down the stairs and model the dress I had on. One of the other models told me that the four men in the back watching were other designers, one being some famous Manolo? I agreed to go down the stairs and model the yellow dress, but when it came to putting on shoes, the ones offered to me by Manolo? were clear plastic and much too big for me. I said I would trip on them going down the stairs, so I ended up modeling the dress barefoot. The woman designer later came up and asked if I was having a good time and would I like to come back. I said I loved it and would love to come back. But when I did [this with no gap in the dream, of course], all the models were male [whereas before they had been both male and female], and the dressing room was dirty, and most of the guys were gay and had been doing funny things in there.... if ouy know what I mean. And I was wearing a stupid blue dress with big stiff petticoats underneath and one of those stupid pillbox Jackie hats.
Then I was in a different place, sitting on stairs in some fancy room, wearing a really pretty yellow frilly dress, watching all these "real" models go up and down staircases with different outfits on. The designer was woman, who later encouraged me to go down the stairs and model the dress I had on. One of the other models told me that the four men in the back watching were other designers, one being some famous Manolo? I agreed to go down the stairs and model the yellow dress, but when it came to putting on shoes, the ones offered to me by Manolo? were clear plastic and much too big for me. I said I would trip on them going down the stairs, so I ended up modeling the dress barefoot. The woman designer later came up and asked if I was having a good time and would I like to come back. I said I loved it and would love to come back. But when I did [this with no gap in the dream, of course], all the models were male [whereas before they had been both male and female], and the dressing room was dirty, and most of the guys were gay and had been doing funny things in there.... if ouy know what I mean. And I was wearing a stupid blue dress with big stiff petticoats underneath and one of those stupid pillbox Jackie hats.
# posted by Zanny @ 12:46 AM 
