So having modelled for nearly 20 years, I often get asked the same question….what’s your best job? Well, read on to find out…
My best job in the modelling world
I’ve toured round India for 2 weeks with Hugh Sitton, spent 15 days in Northern Canada in the mountains for Craghoppers, played golf in Portugal with Darren Paul shooting for Farah, La Santa athletics camp for Reebok?Shot in Egypt, Spain, Italy, Sweden, Germany, France, Ireland, Dubai…the list goes on and on.
So, what was the best? A few years ago i got a call from my agency saying you’ve got a football shoot at La Manga for 2 weeks (used as the england training camp….superb place!). Quality i thought, dream job playing football in the sun for 2 weeks, shooting with Moy Williams (legend by the way!) with a few beers and nice food on the night…all for UMBRO. But, it got better!
While i was there got another call from the agency saying when you get home you are going straight to Miami for 11 days shooting on South Beach…happy days! So, off i toddle to Miami.
Everywhere you looked, it was like being in a Will Smith video on MTV. Working with another great photographer, Mat Wright, we were up early every day but shot in the most beautiful locations, ate in the most stunning restaurants (Tantra, Delano etc), went to a few clubs (when we were supposed to be in bed!) and the stylist was a wannabe pool shark. His “you English boys can never shoot pool” was getting on my t**s a bit so i went for a lesson with him…or so he thought. He claimed he’d never been beaten, he explained the local rules and then i whipped his ass 11-0…..not bad for an English boy. To be fair, whilst shooting the next day on the beach with a Swedish and a German swimwear model we could only think of one thing….yes, more pool !
We hatched up a plan (well he did really) of going to the pool halls late at night and earning ourselves a bit of money…and it worked. The “dumb English kid” routine worked well and we cleared up, made about $600…and got chased down Washington avenue for it….felt like Paul Newman.
So on to the next and final day….shooting by a lake, with a hangover but a smug grin! I can remember vaguely the guide showing us the signs ”beware of alligators!” but thought nothing of it, my head was way too fuzzy for that. And then, with my back to the lake, the crew downed tools, turned and ran…”thats weird” i thought, so turned round to see a 6ft alligator coming at me!!!
Run zig zig came this memory from somewhere, so i did….and then the pain hit me, i started screaming, it was unbelievable. Arm missing? Leg chewed off? No!!!
Alligator had long gone, i was screaming like a girl as i’d put my foot down a fire ant hole…and of course everyone found this halarious!!!
Thanks to Racing Green menswear for a fantastic time…the next time i was back in Miami was a few months later and even more bizarre!!!




