At the request of my readers, I am posting the text of an email I sent to the director of Model & Talent Promotions. You can read the initial story about this group here… I suggest anyone who is interested in working with them check out their portfolios or clients first.
Not surprisingly, I haven’t gotten any response from the guy. I’m sure he thinks I’m some kind of conservative, uptight beeatch who hates sex. But I think he’s a disgusting pig thinly disguising his actual job as a pimp behind the “talent agent” title. So I guess we’re even. Dang, I should have included that bit in the email…
Richard –
I just wanted to let you know that I saw your representatives at Springfest yesterday, and immediately decided my daughter would NOT be speaking to you about working with your agency. They were lovely young ladies, and I’m sure they are very nice, but the three or four I saw walking up and down Dickson Street were dressed like prostitutes. I do not consider the tiny little skirts and high heels and tee shirts tucked under their bras appropriate attire for a family festival. They actually looked like they were headed to an audition for the Playboy College Campus issue. And they were only talking to men when I saw them – they never approached my daughter or sister to give them any information about the agency.
Just FYI – I don’t have any problem with young women trying to get jobs as beer poster girls or Playboy models, but I was just shocked that the image you wanted to put out to the public went that direction.
In any case, if that’s the kind of image your models are asked to identify with, my daughter won’t be working with you.
Laurie Marshall
YOU ROCK!!!!!!!!!
Very well said!
Power to the mamas!!! *raising my fist in salute*
Dear Laurie, I bet you’re one of those hippie types who peddle (and smoke) hemp necklaces, and dance naked around the campfire — Richard. ;)
You are my heroine!!!
Richard, I would only dance around the campfire with hippies who have smoked hemp – they’re less likely to remember it the next day.