That, coupled with the unmistakable odour of hot smoking stupid (the good kind), can only mean one thing.
Series 7 of Australia’s Next Top Model is nigh.
Either that or I’m having a stroke. But that’s the smell of toast, isn’t it? No, it’s probably the model thing. Pretty sure.
It’s a time when pure poetry (like of course “Don’t stop, too hot”) can be found in the opening credits, and pure self-obsessed, bony joy can be found thereafter.
Usually at this time, I log on to the ol’ ANTM website and pass knee-jerky judgement on the modelling hopefuls based on nothing bar a photograph and a sparsely punctuated bio.
But this year the geniuses at Model HQ (I’m sure that’s what they call it when they’re telling the helicopters where to land) are starting with ONE. HUNDRED. MODULES.
That is a lot of menthol cigarettes.
Instead, I’ve been perusing the plethora of profiles and have categorised the girls into different groups. I know. Scientific. It’s like the goddamn Ponds Institute all up in here.
Girls Who Will Win
Traditionally, any girl I think has winning potential pretty much leaves in the first three minutes. I have better luck predicting the longevity of soap bubbles.
|Yolanda. Exotic and that.|
|Elizabeth - my big tip to win, so she'll be gone before the opening credits roll.|
|Amelia has no boobs and can tell time. That's pretty much a supermodel. |
Girls Who Need Some Sleep
I’m not saying these girls are actual zombies. I’m just saying that they look like they’ve been up all night. And might really want some brains.
|Rosie - Either needs sleep or just woke up.|
|Taylah wants your braaaiiiiinnns. And also your sandwich.|
|Madeline's pretty. PRETTY HUNGRY FOR BRAINS.|
Girls Who Lean Awkwardly
There’s your classic Awkward Lean, favoured by girls who take their facebook profile pictures and manicures very seriously, and then there’s this kind of thing. This kind of I-have-a-vertebra-missing, look-I-can-tie-my-right-shoelace-from-here, anybody-want-a-spare-kidney lean.
|Alissandra is doing the world's most lack-lustre Hokey Pokey.|
|Bianca's hypotenuse is equal to the sum of the squares of her other two sides.|
|Jessica would like to have a word with you about your posture.|
Girls Who Have Pink Hair.
Huh. Just one this year.
|Isabelle. Had a little trouble in tinting class.|
Girls Whose Kittens Just Died.
|Charlotte is sad, but not so sad that she won't wear her kitten-grave-digging boots.|
|Madeline isn't so much sad that her kitten died as terrified it's about to.|
|Don't worry, Tayah. Sooty's in a much better place now.|
You say ‘posing’. I say ‘smelt a fart’.
|Ashley is just standing very, very still until the smell goes away.|
|Amy knows someone farted. Amy knows it was you.|
|Damn, Jessica. It smells like a leopard died in here.|