It doesn’t take much talent to jump into bed with someone. As women we have wine, drugs, Wonderbras, blind flattery and if all else fails, Sangoma endorsed Love Brews at our disposal. But.
It does take a certain degree of talent to get that mind-blowing, career kick-starting, “they will talk about this in the streets for years after you’ve gone” shot.
So resist the temptation of a role in exchange for a bit of dancing in the sheets. Because the real game-changers didn’t get there on their backs.
Rely on your talent, not your ability to hop into bed and do the hippity dippity.
xx
Robs
Dear Freelance Model: Unless you are a self-tanning god (and it’s crucial that someone else besides you and your mother thinks this), do not apply your own fake tan the day before a shoot.
Because unless it’s a zoo for expressive wildlife….no one wants an orange zebra to front their product.
xx
Robs
Dear Freelance Models: If you cannot surf. Do not lie and say you can. This will result in your own personal, aquatic disaster.
They will expect you to have the talent of Jordy Smith, they will expect you to get the shot, look amazing, take direction AND give them at least 3 different (yet mind-blowing) options.
Trust me.
They will notice when you get into the water and achieve nothing but repeatedly falling off the board.
Note: This applies to all sports.
xx
Robs
Dear Freelance Models: EAT. Please. Eating is a prerequisite to living. Don’t go thinking you are special and this doesn’t apply to you.
If you don’t eat properly you will turn into a raving, shivering, hallucinating, blood-sugar deprived lunatic. You will behave as though you have P.M.S all the time (even if you are a guy) and some of you will die. Dead as a doornail.
If someone sells you starvation, don’t you buy it. You go buy yourself a sandwich and a gym contract instead. xx Robs
