My photo is in Karen Millen stores all over London. The picture from the shoot I did with Models 1 in February has finally made its debut in shops, on leaflets, in newspapers, and of course at Ascot Racecourse.
Photo in Karen Millen Stores
When I got back from San Francisco last month, I stopped by a Karen Millen store with my boyfriend to see if the campaign had started. It had.
We walked into the Regent Street shop, and there in front of us on the table was a poster with my photo and details about the contest to be the next Face of Ascot.
My boyfriend took a picture as I looked around for others. They were everywhere. Tables, racks, stands, and check-out counters had my face all over them.
I walked around thinking how strange it was to see pictures of myself in a high street retailer.
Having always wondered how models feel when they see photos of themselves in public places, it was a bit surreal to experience the phenomenon myself.
After making a round through the Karen Millen store on Regent Street, I went up to the counter to buy something. I was flanked on either side by a poster and a stack of contest entry forms featuring my face and my name.
I kept wondering if the woman ringing me up would notice. She didn’t.
Well, she didn’t until my boyfriend came up. He promptly picked up the poster, put it right next to me, and said “Does it look like her?” The woman laughed, thinking my boyfriend was a bit crazy.
But then her face changed. Her eyes went from the poster to my face and back again. “Oh my gosh, is that you?” she asked. I laughed. “Yes,” I said, elbowing my boyfriend in the ribs.
She finished the transaction and I handed her my credit card. She flipped it over to check for a signature. There wasn’t one. “Can I see a photo ID please? There’s no signature on the card,” she said.
“Is this not good enough?” my boyfriend laughed, holding up the poster again. “It’s a Karen Millen-issued photo ID!” Blushing and laughing, the woman shrugged her shoulders and nodded in acquiescence.
I handed her my much-less-exciting California-issued photo ID. It featured a picture of me at 16 years old looking much less glamorous than the one my boyfriend was still holding.
Maybe I should start carrying my Karen Millen-issued ID instead. If nothing else, the photo looks a lot more like me than my driver’s license one does.
Since seeing my picture on Regent Street I’ve received numerous emails and phone calls from friends saying they’ve seen my photo in Karen Millen stores and other shops around London.
With just under a month left until Royal Ascot, I’ll have to enjoy this surreal time while it lasts.
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