A Small Film About Advertising Casting (Warning Adult Content)
In my teenage years, I was a model. I sold a lot of stuff. I did a commercial for Boots No 7 with a fantastic photographer called John Swannell and a disastrous one for Revlon where my hair was taped to a board to look like it was flowing. Then I was advised that models could never really be actors and I stopped modelling and painted window frames while I looked for acting work. I found it, so maybe the advisers were right, but it was hard giving up the financial security. I didn't miss the auditions though. In New York once, I went up for a scent campaign and they wanted a jazz dancer. My ballet training was no preparation for the excruciating 10 minutes of top hat and cane miming that I stumbled through in a sweaty studio in Manhattan before an incredulous casting director. "That's great!" She said, as I tried to catch my breath. "Only we're really looking for a dancer who can model rather than a model who can...model." I got my coat.