There must be a reason why someone so beautiful would learn to walk so strange. With apologies to Anheuser-Busch’s Budweiser beer, today’s fashion shows are cluttered with beautiful Clydesdales. Seemingly gorgeous models strut their six foot, 100-pound frames down a runway and look like sultry horses.
Why do models walk that way? What way? You know, like, that way. The way models walk. Why?
My friend Barbara Marie Hambi (Bambi) was a model in her younger and thinner days. Before food and all the love-hate relationships.
She says some models are gifted and have a natural ‘gait.’ Others have to be taught, and some top runway models have walking ‘coaches.’
Tough work, if you can find it.
There’s the “Versace walk.” It’s kind of a va-va-voom and shake it walk.
There’s the “Street walk.” Bambi says Street means no swish; more like how people walk on the street in New York. Cold and quick.
There are variations of the street, some less exaggerated; probably tailored for Cleveland styles (is there such a thing?).
Most models on the runway, at least, those I’ve seen when tagging along with my taller and more socially adept blonde buddy, have a swagger.
No, make that an ‘haughty swagger; as if they mean to walk right up to you, step on your toes, swish, reverse course and stride into the sunset.
Without blinking; in love only with themselves.
I can’t find an answer for the “why?” Bambi says a walk is important, must be within certain ‘accepted’ parameters for style and grace; you got it or you don’t.
Shrug. Some runway models look like they’ve been force fed raw spinach greens and lima beans along with their daily portion of gruel; then told they’ll get Hostess cupcakes and a box of Little Debbie cakes if they walk the walk (whatever that is).
I’ve seen the Clydesdale horses at the Anheuser-Busch brewery in St. Louis. They’re beautiful animals. Runway models walk the same way.
Even without the fashion and perfect skin, they’re beautiful animals. If I had skin like that I’d be in love with me, too.