There has always been an element of otherworldliness in the modelling world, where the walking clothes-hangers are encouraged to be ‘un-human’ and elevate themselves, and the clothing that they’re crowbarred into, above the common herd. Staring dimly or intently into the middle distance, poking elbows and hips out at strange angles and sucking in theirContinue reading “Should a fashion model ever model me?”