The weather in Hong Kong was DIVINE today - and since that's rarer than hen's teeth (do hens really not have teeth??) I decided to take the camera out. Yay for me.
This is pre-outing hair. I was on my way to a casting for a Whirlpool commerical, which required a tre-bouffant look.
Side note: So WTF was I doing at a Whirlpool commerical casting?? No really, I'm asking!
I am not a model. All 160cm of me never has been, isn't now, and never will be. But I do moonlight as an actress from time to time, and therefore I was sent for this casting.
The waiting room was choking with 6-foot tall beauties carrying portfolios. Each had stick skinny legs, sky-high heels and long floaty hair. These people exist??? And why do they all look so miserable?
Open email to Tyra Banks: Dear Tyra. Thank you very much for your addictive modelling programs. The ones where the girls are all bitchy and there is a glamorous photo of you inserted into every 3rd frame. If it wasn't for you I would have had no clue what to do in my casting. I thought of you and smiled with my eyes. You would have been proud :) Cheers, Nat.
After my dismal casting I wandered around the fantastic streets of Mong Kok and felt more like myself:
I think this dude is selling cheap DVDs! If only I could understand the rest...