This dress runs true to size. If you're a 2-6 order Sm. 8-10 order Med. This is not for the shy type I'm 5'7" and it is exactly as short as the picture suggests. I purchased mine for a private show not clubbing though.
Many girls dream of becoming a model. For Kelly Dickinson it was almost inevitable. Wendy Tuohy discovers what life is like when you're blonde, beautiful and six latex bodies.
11am: Kelly Dickinson waits in the late winter chill among 40 or so young models, clutching their portfolios, kissing, swapping hello darlings, and shivering in a St Kilda car park.
They are queuing for work in some of the 60 parades of Spring Fashion Week, one of the large open castings of the year. All the models will try out in front of each other - it's a long, slow process.
Twenty year-old Kelly (models go by their first names) knows the drill, having started when she was a 14-year-old, Year 9 student.
It is a wait, then a walk down the basement car park of the Spin events agency for its casting agent, Jarrod Clark. He will choose edgy looking models for some parade clients, traditional beauties for others, and pick the face of the festival. He holds court behind a trestle table at the far end as models take their turn up the concrete between two lines of plastic chairs.
Some of those waiting look fashionably disinterested, others are fixed on the competition. Kelly, six feet tall, with straight blonde hair and the kind of baby-doll beauty that makes anyone next to her invisible, chats with friends as she waits. She has a relaxed attitude to competition - "I never compare myself (with other women) because I have definitely learned you can't, we all look so different - your look is your look. If you don't have it for this job, you will have it for the next one".
On the flip-side, years of being the victim of beauty envy has helped her cope with jealousy. She suffered badly from it at secondary school. "Year 9 was probably the worst year girls go through at school. I was 14 when I first started modelling and people would see me in Dolly, and one group of girls really hated me for no reason.
"One was threatening to slash my face and stuff, teachers had to look out for me all the time, and after school I had to have someone with me to catch the tram - that was probably the worst year.
"In my age group now it's not that bad. I still have the odd person who's going to be a bit insecure or whatever, it's nowhere near as bad as in my teenage years, that was the worst. Going to parties or whatever I'd want to go and talk to everyone and people would instantly think 'she's a snob', or 'she must think she's so good'. And some people would go out of their way to give you a dirty look, or say something - until you went up to them and said 'Hi, how are you?', and they'd always say 'We thought you'd be such a snob but you're not', always."
Today, however, everyone is beautiful. And after an hour and a bit it is Kelly's turn to show Clark her book and do her walk - a fluid lope, smiling, up the car park. It is unselfconscious enough for her to be a drop-dead gorgeous babysitter answering a knock at the front door, and, finding no-one there, turning happily back down the hall. Should she be chosen for a parade for a large retailer she would receive about $2000 for three long days work (of that 20 per cent is paid to her agency).
1pm: She heads off to yum cha at South Bank with another of the models, then the train back to the family home in Preston. She will rest before working tonight at an in-house parade for staff from Roger David.