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Wednesday, February 2, 2011

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As a child raised in Santa Cruz in the parish of St. Elizabeth, I always had a wild imagination.  I had what can be classified as “the imaginary friends syndrome.”  Usually I played different career roles.  At first, because my mother was a teacher, in my mind I became one.  Had my own classroom, in fact my own school.  Later, teaching became dull and I imagined myself as a veterinarian, but true veterinarians had to master the sciences, which was not my forte and so I considered becoming a reporter.  Of course by then, my imaginary friends outgrew me and naturally I parted ways.  

So it was decided, I was going to be a journalist. Somehow the reporter/journalist I envisioned wasn’t like what I saw on my local tele.  I was more intrigued by how the Americans handled things and that’s when I knew I wanted to venture beyond Jamaica. Still I never saw it possible and didn’t know how.
One day, I pounced upon a programme called “Profile,” featuring the late Madge Sinclair and was so impressed that a Jamaican was making waves in Hollywood that I immediately realized my dreams no longer had to be limited to my country.  I then quietly vowed that I would be above average, if not someone great.
I convinced my parents to allow me, their youngest, to study abroad.   After Manchester High School I received a scholarship to study at Albion College in Michigan, and gladly attended with the secret desire to pursue acting myself.  I figured the closer I was to America, the closer I would be to achieving my goal.  During College my interest in journalism faded and my friends encouraged me to consider a modelling career and though initially I was hesitant, I took it more seriously in my final year when I realized my collegiate journey was ending. 
                                                                       
A happy Albion College Grad.
I travelled to New York and stayed with my brother, attended the open calls of some of the different agencies and I received a million nos.  Nonetheless I made use of my work permit and received my first job at Macy’s in Herald Square, Juniors Department, utterly dissatisfied with the way my life was unfolding.  I had a BA degree in Communications and there I was working in a retail store, failing at my new found passion to become a high-fashion model.  Eventually, I signed up with a temp agency and secured a few fleeting jobs.  The most memorable was working as a receptionist at the showroom for Donna Karan New York.  Worst job ever!  It was grossly mundane as all I did was sit at an empty desk, stationed directly before the elevators, with a clipboard and greeted people as they entered, while hearing the same promo video over and over again.  I literally wanted to shoot myself in the foot.  This was supposed to be a two week stint, but on the third day I called my temp agency declaring that I was leaving the job.  They coaxed me to stay and I did, but I watched insufferably as models tried on clothes for perspective buyers, wishing it was me.    
         Things changed when I received a paid internship in a Public Relations firm.  I decided that if I wasn’t modelling, I should at least be working in my field of interest.  I gladly left Macy’s and worked at the firm for a month.  Shortly after I received a job offer as PR Assistant to another PR firm, but unfortunately I faced another stumbling block...my permit was about to expire.  Two and half months later I packed my bags and went home, quite dejected, convinced my dreams were shattered.  However, God worked mysteriously providing an opportunity for me to pursue modelling when I returned home to Jamaica.  
            While I endured my nine-to-five at Edna Manley College as the Publications Research Officer, I joined a local model agency to prepare myself for the bigger picture.  Soon I discovered that I needed to be more vigilant than the agency and decided to aggressively pursue my passion without them.  In 2008 I resigned from the College, got in shape, revamped my look, and revisited New York. 
For two years I travelled back and forth between Jamaica and New York praying for a breakthrough.  Even with the physical upgrade I was still told no, but it was my life, my dream, so I kept on trying.  I connected with a few photographers and received a few test shoots to build my portfolio.  Finally a young photographer discovered me on a model site, took pictures of me and got me interviews with agencies like Elite, Red and Basic.  Still, I was told “no” for various reasons. 

The said photographer referred me to a booker who started a new agency.  After meeting with him, he decided to work with me and sent me on my first casting.  I wasn’t chosen, but I learned later that it was a casting for the first season of “Models of the Runway.”  The agent/booker eventually parted ways with his agency and joined forces with Boss and brought me over, boosting my modelling career.

My time with Boss provided me a window into the world I love, building my portfolio and securing a few publications and jobs.

Photo: Fabien Montique




8 comments:

  1. Inspiring and amazing you are Chevy! Nothing good comes easy, so PUSHHHHHH even harder!

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  2. once you're doing what you love, you can't go wrong. love the port; keep it up.

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  3. Wishing for you all the success with your blog, you are off to a superb start keep it up.

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  4. this is so exciting and I am here wit' you! besides you're inspiring!

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  5. This is great....you are doing an excellent job Chev, your blog is an inspiration to me and it sure will be to many other who reads it. You are a strong woman and I hope all goes well in your future endeavors and that the Lord may continue to bless you and keep you.
    God Bless!

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  6. Congrats on your blog Chev. I knew all that writing of yours would come in handy one day. I wish you all the best and every success. Do you thing mi luv.

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  7. success was not made for any one person but for those who believe in themselves and persevere. You have not fail planting waters in my eyes. There is a light at the tunnel keep walking then success is the past. You will suuceed.

    LUV U GIRL

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