The quest for the perfect model has driven more than a few young stylists mad (or nearly), but for Bb.On Tour we needed 150 models in 7 cities and had only a few weeks (and a wee budget) to find them. Thank goodness for technology, as My Space and Facebook became our second homes, but more importantly for a casting director who really knew her subject and refused to come back empty handed.
"God I need a bob, and please let her be brunette. I already have seven blondes; it's L.A. and every girl with a bathroom sink counts bleach as her life partner. Oh there's one: long legs...cute shoes...forget it. She's too obvious, not very Bumble. I change course and start to panic, I've had only a few weeks to find 150 models in seven cities, and 300 prospects typically result in three usable girls, so I've seen thousands - mostly from the internet, but I still don't feel like I've got the one. I know what a great model can do for a stylist. I'll be damned if I come back with anything less than a muse. Spotting the legendary Fred Segal store mere yards away, I cross the street, go through the ivy-entwined entrance and head to the lingerie department. I'm pretending to examine the cashmere thread count of a pair of knickers when I spot her. She is my ultimate dream girl, my ethereal vixen, my Athena. She's demure, but seems smart, and her clothes are a big departure from the bootcut jeans and T-shirts that seem to be the uniform in this town. Her hair is an untouched, radiant chestnut. It's a terrible graduated bob (thank god - perfect for a makeover shot) that just grazes her shoulders. She's carefully stacking cotton underthings behind the register when she notices my intense gaze. I smile back, lean in and tell her why I'm there. Bumble and bumble. Hair cut. Color. A chance to be a part of something amazing. Awkward silence follows. I fear she's weighing her options for an exit. Wasting no time, I light the fuse: 'We're only looking for really exceptional girls - oh, and you'll be onstage in front of an audience.' Ding. She glances back at her intensely eavesdropping coworker, leans forward on her well-appointed elbows and nods, smiling, satisfied. She's mine." - Ryann Bosetti, Bb.On Tour Model Scout