The first audition today was with an ex-hustler would-be model – her words – who turns up out of the blue, drops her top and displays her minor attributes. Then, like a journey from yin to yang, in strolls a Brazilian guy carved like a god. He drops his pants, Luba gasps, wide-eyed with astonishment (at least, I think it's astonishment) and displays a major appendage. He wants to be a Hegre Girl…sorry, Hegre Model, but we just don't do the male thing. Did the ex-hustler and Brazilian superman mind if we put them in the Diary anyway? No. They're cool.
And so, the eternal search continues.
If you're a Hegre Girl, or you know anyone who qualifies, get in touch with me at Hegre-Art. We're based in Paris right now, but for girls with the curves, the spirit and that indescribable something, we will arrange a round trip flight to the French capital, a few nights in a hotel, and we will extend all the professional courtesy a Hegre Girl deserves. We shoot for two long days and pay a model fee and a generous finder's fee. Hegre Girls have gone on to have careers as full-time models in the fashion world, and the movies.
After all the excitement of the auditions, I couldn't resist making a little film clip of Luba doing her nude hand-standing-bedtime-gymnastics. I have watched her do this almost daily for three years, and still, every time, it makes my pulse race faster.