The lissome beauties deserve more credit for wearing that blank expression on stage after surviving the daily, behind-the-scenes high jinks.
I was recently asked to walk the ramp by a well-known designer who was curating a fashion event to raise money for a charitable institution. She wanted “real” women to model her clothes as opposed to just professional models that the other designers had chosen.
This also meant that as a “real” woman one would have to be in the presence of six-feet-tall “waifs” backstage and fervently hope that bulimia was contagious.
Among the women invited to walk the ramp were achievers from different fields and somewhat familiar looking faces who, I was told later, were actors by profession.