The Life Of The Male Model
WHY, YOU CAN BE A MALE MODEL!!!
Let's look, shall we, at the fabulous life ahead of you:
Or an Easter version of Boys II Men?
How about a heroin addict Edwardian prince?
Yes, you can live out your wildest fantasies as a male model. Or at least the wild fantasies of others, which is almost as good. Now, granted, it's not always going to be late-night disco parties in Milan or cocaine snowball fights in Brazil. There will be low points. You will have long, dark nights of the soul.
I don't know. It's some kind of Nuns of Satan thing crossed with a combat-ready Chippendale's dancer. The point is, it's not all nice suits and fun hats. Sometimes it's work, and by "work," I mean, "you, looking like a fool times a million, loaded into a rocket launcher and fired at the heart of the sun where you explode in a fireball that looks like your father crying and wondering where he went wrong, dammit, he wanted you to be a lawyer!"
The key is to never, ever forget how to walk down a runway, stop, gaze out blankly into the dark abyss that you instinctually know is the audience but might as well be what's left of your soul, turn back around, and walk away. Always practice that. Old models will one day be ironic and then, oh yes, your time will come again.