a night with the supermodels

Models, wannabe models, the men who want to fuck models, family members of models, photographers of models, modeling agents, producers, Anton and myself all gathered at the Cape Town International Convention Center this past Sunday night to witness the final of the Supermodel 2006 television show.

We got invited by a friend and were not going to pass up the opportunity to miss the final to the biggest bitch fight on SA television.

Unfortunately, the bitch fights were confined to a big screen showing highlights from the TV show over the past couple of weeks, and due to bad acoustics we could not hear what the fights were about. They also wore boxing gloves, so no claws.

I could not decide if I was disappointed or relieved by the fact that most of the girls (including the winner) were not of the Lily Cole or Erin O’Connor variety. And there were definitely no Kate’s.

Most of the girls looked fairly, well, healthy. Almost a bit too healthy. Obviously not on the diet of coke, bubbly and Marlboro lights that has kept Kate skinny and utterly gorgeous over the years.

The winner, a pretty dark haired girl named Elbe, was called a good ‘all-rounder’ by some of the judges. Which I guess means she’s good for the runway and the cover of Sarie.

The girl Anton and I thought should’ve won was told she had the face and the look of an international runway supermodel. We love her. And she does not eat solids by the look of things.

Post event we went to the after party held at Cruz, a gay bar on Somerset road. Tonight the crowd consisted of the girls from the show, their friends and their very confused looking dads. Fantastic!

We decided to fuck the fact that the next day was Monday and went all out on the dance floor, grinding shoulders with the young and the oh so glamorously pretty. Anton got to light the cigarette of the winner and I got a hug. The whole evening felt a little like a Sex and the City episode.

We even had a model tripping on the runway.