“Runway Diva?” Me? “You were fierce, girl!” Who me? Sometimes I sit back after a big show rush backstage, and wonder to myself, “When did I even get here? What does all this mean?” People passing to and from saying, “ You worked that runway like nobody’s business, good job!” and pats on the back all over the place.
Like huh?
At this time a rumor had been going around that I was "The girl to Watch" for the upcoming Couture season in Paris and I hadn't even gotten picked up by an agency yet... GEEZE. The pressure.
I did Toronto Fashion Week and the home crowd was a roar when I walked out. It was crazy, but I felt like a supermodel already. It was more so when I had done the G-Sus show and Mr. Perez Hylton was visiting the venue that night.And lucky for me he loved him some Renee, because we all know how he can tare anyone apart? After that show, a friend of mine brings me to meet him as I he had requested. "Perez Hylton wants to meet me?" With cameras, people all around, and publicists everywhere, the energy was high. He greeted me by saying, "Girl, you slipped a little on that runway and you still are the baddest walker I have ever seen... Period. You need to know I don't like very many models, but you got it!" And as surprised as I was to hear that, I really was equally flattered. He then asked me take a picture with him.
(TOP: Me in the Bustle Show at L'Oreal Fashion Week)
The next day, I had a shoot with Maddie Styles for Cream Magazine. I was in the studio, sitting and wondering to myself, "When did a little clumsy, 15-year-old girl, bucktoothed to buckwheat to boot, go from awkward Renee to Runway Renee?"
As I remind myself of my dreams and how so much has changed “Déjà vu” from the B-Day Album is playing in the background, and I feel like I am in a déjà vu. And now here I am, on a job for Cream Magazine, lost once again in these same thoughts, wondering “Who woulda’ thunk?”
I start to think, "Can I really make it? Can I really go all the way?"
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