How did I get started?

It's a rather embarrassing story really. I was 13 and had always wanted to model. But from my understanding was you paid a large about of money for a photographer to take photos of you for your "portfolio" and to "build" this portfolio, you needed lots of pictures. Hence why I thought modelling was not something I'd ever get into, since a shopping spree for me was to value village.

I was standing inside canadian tire... (embarrassment starts here) selling girl guide cookies. This super good looking man came up, and me being me, walked up to him and said,"Hey mister, would you like to buy a box of girl guide cookies?" he smiled and laughed at me. As if what I was doing wasn't embarrassing enough.... Come on dude cut me some slack now you're laughing. He replied "No, but my wife has a question for you"... This 6ft tall brunette beauty with an hourglass figure and big brown eyes walks over and straight up says. "Have you ever considered modelling?" Aside from my prepubescent freak out, I was signed to her agency and began learning the basics of the lifestyle I was about to get myself into.

She ended up moving and I wasn't with them for longer then a few months, but I did learn the basic walk, some poses, how to apply make up and take care of my hair and skin. Basic things every model should know like the back of her hand!

I was sad because this woman and her husband literally dropped off the face of the earth. No one knew where they went. Years later I found out she relocated and now lives in Alberta and owns a new agency out there.

Same time frame, not to many months later, we had one of those career days at school. Obviously I signed up for the one where I got to meet a local, Kelowna model agent who has placed men and women all over the world. I think I was the only one in that room who was interested. I listened to every word she said and didn't get creeped out by the fact that she kept asking questions to the class, and I was the only one answering. She asked the class if we wanted to learn the "model walk". I cockily told her I already knew it, pushed my desk aside, and strutted my shit across the room. If you want something bad enough, go get it right. Well that was Lori Allan of Allan International Models, my mother agent to this day. So I guess thats where my horseshoes began, and it only gets better. But i'll get to that another time. Until then :)

-nik.xo

intro;

Im not sure why I wanted to start this blog. I've always wanted to write down things and sometimes I have, but they find themselves misplaced and I never do end up reading them.

Maybe it's the questions I answer time and time again, almost always the same that got me wanting to put more though and detail into my answers.

Now... why would anyone even care what I have to say about my views and experiences in the modelling world. My family personally says I have horse shoes that I got from my baba, who gave to my father and have somehow ended up in me. I have luck I guess. Good things tend to happy to me when I really think about it. Interesting things, fun things, great opportunities and i happen to always find myself in a new adventure leading me somewhere new in life. And for some reason... people find it really interesting.

So thats why I'm here, writing this. I plan on covering everything past and present related to my life as a model.

I 'll get started shortly, need to think of where to start. Till then,

nik.xo