Wednesday, December 16, 2009

#997 Meeting Tyra Banks

I've just gotten home from Tyra Banks' meet and greet. I meeted and I greeted. Held at Northcote's The Wharf (otherwise known as Suzanne Paul's short-lived Maori Cabaret), it was uncertain quite what we were attending... was it a charity event, a call to arms, a pyramid scheme? Whoever had the information wasn't sharing. Nobody else seemed to mind, most were still buzzing from the excitement of seeing America's Next Top Model's final runway challenge last night. The crowd was a mix of media and celebs, an Outrageous Fortune star here, a Campbell Live producer there. I walked in expecting to relinquish my phone, my camera and all rights to life (possibly even a cavity search), but check in merely consisted of pointing my name out on a list and collecting a purple wrist band.

No photos were allowed.

We milled around sipping Coke, wine and champagne served by young American men in white shirts and black waistcoats. Tyra Banks, I was told, was giving interviews in a back room, but would be out momentarily. I spied her bodyguard and waved like a long lost friend, he only nodded. I guess my presence wasn't quite as exciting to him as his was to me.

After a long wait, we were told to sit. About 16 tables were set up across three levels, each with name tags. I was on the top floor, about as far away from Tyra's bottom floor table as was possible. Seafood entrees were served as 62 Models boss and New Zealand's Next Top Model host Sara Tetro took to the stage. We were here to celebrate Tyra Banks' new initiative B.I.O. - Beauty Inside and Out. As far as I could gather, B.I.O. was a conversation to be shared about how we could give more attention to inner beauty. But more importantly, Tyra Banks herself was going to sit at each table and personally greet everybody.

And she did. Arriving in the same purple jumpsuit from the supplied press shots, with sky high black Christian Louboutin pumps and slicked back hair, she was incredibly beautiful in real life. Even more so than on TV. And she worked the room. Going to each table, she sat down for a couple of minutes, wowed her captive audience then went to the next.

She sat down directly opposite me at my table. As soon as she saw me she pointed and laughed. "The blogger! Finally we meet. That's what you're known as, 'The Blogger'. Whenever security sees you they say, 'Quick! We have to leave, The Blogger's here!'"

I'm not going to lie, I was chuffed.

She talked about her time in New Zealand - she'd loved Waiheke and the food (including Clooney), though she wished she'd had more time to see the rest of the country. She was spending Christmas in Los Angeles with her mother and brother. She acknowledged each person and didn't just speak, she connected. Here was a very impressive woman.

When she left, she stood up and walked around the table to me. Shaking my hand, she said it was nice to meet me. I was well and truly won over.

Then she spoke to the floor. She spoke about her history as a model, the idea behind America's Next Top Model (to showcase all manners of beauty) and what we could all do to participate in B.I.O. (TV producers could cast the unconventional lady in the lead role, magazine editors could put the quirky girl on the cover). She recounted an anecdote. When she was working full time as a model, her agency put a list together of all the designers who refused to work with her because her hip and bust sizes were too large. They gave the list to her mother. Her mother showed her the list, then told her what they were going to do: "Eat some pizza." Her calling, she said, was to do what her mother did for her, for all the other young girls of the world.

She cried, she laughed, she danced, she sang. She was a true performer. She had us all on the edges of our seats.

Then she left. Off to give more interviews. I waved to my mate the bodyguard while walking out, but he didn't respond. Maybe he didn't see me, maybe he just wasn't as sad to say goodbye to me as I was to him.

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13 comments:

Supawoman said...

Love your blog! Your flow of writing keeps me on the edge of my seat! lol anywho, Im o very -- glad that you got a chance to meet tyra and that she got a chance to meet "the blogger"-- to cute!

Anonymous said...

ahah so YOU'RE the blogger, no-notorious xxxs

Anonymous said...

Quite sad that Tyra is leaving now - was pretty cool reading bout your little hunt for Tyra lol

freena said...

Cool guy - Tyra Banks and her people talk about you! Yayness!

Anonymous said...

i actually totally agree with her B.I.O idea hope industry people take notice

Anonymous said...

Hehe we wer those "american men and woman " serving (although we are kiwi) :D .. she wowed us all ! brillant preformer speaker and over all inspiration !! very hard too do work while she was around.. incredible experance .

Lau said...

ahhh i LOVE your blogging on this! so entertaining- im engrossed by everyone of your blog posts!

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roya said...

this was a really good one imac! miss you xx

Peter said...

That is a great piece of writing! I enjoyed it much more than John Campbell's IV with Tyra. Well done.

Anonymous said...

This is hilarious.

After hearing from ten different people and seeing TV coverage about the lunch, it seems that all people can remember is the trotting out of the cliched and blindingly obvious 'beauty is on the inside' catchphrase.

Citing her rancid Ashton Kutcher reality show as being progressive is a farce. Tyra is in the Tyra business. The Tyra business is about making lots of money. She is very good at it. She realises that there's a tonne of guilt by association in the fashion/beauty industry and has worked out ways to have her cake and eat it too. Well not too much cake.

"Kiss my fat ass!" Well it ain't fat now Tyra is it?

It appears everyone just drank up the celebrity cool-aid in big gulps.

They're lucky Tyra's not a scientologist.

Anonymous said...

GLUCINA review-
Sara Tetro, the Tyra-equivalent in our locally-made version of the show, stood on the stage, pearly whites gleaming back. She is very pretty in the flesh but her monotone voice and dreary personality proved the wrong choice for the master of ceremonies role. Next to the formidable Tyra Banks, who is personality-plus, Tetro melted into a puddle of insignificance

Is this true? why the mo fo use Sarah?
who else was there? any fun times Isaac? fun peeps?

Anonymous said...

thank god this is all over now and you can all stop embarrassing yourselves

Anonymous said...

It is like a cult. Scary.