Model moments from a non-model: part two
Sabina Sohail
Ryersonian Staff
Uploaded on 4/2/2013 2:21:05 PM


Sabina Sohail during her Mass Exodus fitting for designer Paige King.
Photo by Caryn Ceolin

After devouring a series of Learn the Supermodel Walk videos on YouTube, practising my posture outside the audition room and facing three cold-faced judges at the Mass Exodus casting call, I have been selected to walk an evening wear collection at the show.

Upon receiving the email from a fourth-year fashion design student, my initial reaction went something like “oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh,” which later became “I can’t believe I actually got cast,” and ended with, “I can’t do this, I’m going to throw up.”

Putting my nerves aside, I decided to attend Toronto Fashion Week as it presented an opportunity to learn everything I could about the modelling world.

I sat in on a runway rehearsal for one of the collections being presented, where I watched models practise their walks and poses, all the while getting barked at by a rather harsh runway co-ordinator.

“You look too happy, I need you to frown more,” she said in a frustrated tone to one of the male models. Giving him strict direction, she made him re-do his walk at least four times.

I’ll admit my heart began to race thinking that this could be me, getting yelled at because I looked “too happy.”  In the back of my head I thought, “Will I really have to deal with what that model went through? Will my walk be good enough? Will my expressions be suitable for the design I’ll be modelling?” I felt the pressure.

Then the time came for my fitting.

Paige King, the designer who I’ll be walking for, told me that her collection, titled “Majesty,” consisted of full-length evening gowns with a beauty direction of a casual up do, strong eyes, natural face and soft lips. 

It all sounded lovely, but I haven’t worn an evening dress since prom. The added pressure quickly crept in.

You’d think that being cast as a model would boost my confidence to new heights. But no. As a first-timer, it’s actually rather nerve-racking. Especially when you don’t really know what to expect.

What happens if I don’t fit into the dress? What happens if the heels are too high? What if I can’t walk in them? Is there a possibility I could be fired from this unpaid gig?

Before my fitting I was told to arrive with my hair pulled up, a properly fitted bra and  my toes in a presentable state. These requests seemed unnatural to me. I’m still wearing boots, why would I bother painting my toes?

As I let my mind race, thinking of the many ways I could screw this up, I couldn’t sleep the night before. 

On the day of my fitting, King walked me into a room filled with mannequins, racks of clothing, and large tables covered with clusters of things.

She took me to the back of the design studio and I waited with bated breath as she retrieved the dress I would don. Crafted from fine silk, it reminded me of something a Disney princess would wear. I walked into the change room and slipped into the dress with great struggle — it was rather long and quite big on me.

It fit like a paper bag. I walked back out, where King helped me put on the matching silver heels, which, to my surprise, actually fit quite comfortably. 

Next, King asked me to walk in the gown. I did so with great difficulty as she stared me up and down with a blank look. 

Without a word, she began to pin the dress to my body until it eventually fit like a glove. I was shocked at the amount of alterations. I had no idea that alterations were even a thing during fittings for runway shows. I thought it was more of a “you fit it or you don’t” type of deal, and if you don’t fit the garment, you’re shit out of luck.

After she pinned, I got undressed and she sent me off.

And that was that.

As nervous as I am, and will continue to be until the night of the actual show, I’m proud of myself for not chickening out and actually trying something completely out of my comfort zone. I somehow managed to get through the nerve-racking audition process, made the cut and now I get the pleasure of wearing a beautiful dress and feeling like a princess for a night.

Now all I have to worry about is not falling flat on my face on the runway. Fingers crossed.


This story was first published in The Ryersonian, a weekly newspaper produced by the Ryerson School of Journalism, on April 3, 2013.


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Comments (2)
Sabina writes:
04/08/2013
Thanks girl. I'll definitely be writing a final piece after the show!
Lauren writes:
04/02/2013
Sabina, this sounds so exciting! I can sense the anticipation just from reading this hahaa AMAZING :) Can't wait until the next update.
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