I was lying in bed and a nuance of thought triggered a memory that i had forgotten for years. I was once a model for the Festival International de la Coiffure in the Palais des Festivals in Cannes. I was about 24 and living in Cannes, working on boats, as a waitress and muralist. I was scouted by two Parisian male hairdressers and asked to be in the show. We wore red velvet dresses and headdresses. I was tall and thin and it was choreographed. I have no photos.
I was also scouted twice in Los Angeles but was not extrovert enough for modelling. Nice to be scouted though. Nice to remember. Wanted to write it down to keep the memory and to remind myself.
Someone recently told me it’s like i have lived several lifetimes within this one.