Chelsea Coyle

October 6, 2021

Chelsea Coyle
Chantale Nadeau's Chelsea Coyle
photo: Tobin Grimshaw

Paris: Week ONE

This is my first flight ever and I am freaking out. Not to mention this is my first international travel adventure. A million thoughts race through my mind. I hope I didn't go overweight in my luggage. I hope I don't miss my flight. I hope I have nice room mates. Oh my goodness. I'm going to Paris. Somebody pinch me please. This is all so surreal. This was how I feel after checking my text messages while in Philosophy class. I was given 72 hours notice. I had no clothes even worthy enough for Paris, no luggage... and oh yeah, school work? The other day I was serving popcorn at the local movie theatre and now I am on my way to the airport to go to Paris for a month.

I arrive at the airport an emotional wreck. I'm going to Paris for a month and I will miss my friends and family. I make it through security and all of that jazz; I say my final goodbyes to my family and now I am off on my own. It's Gate 29. I wait there for about two hours and finally board the plane. Once on board I fall asleep and before I know it we are already in Manchester for our layover. I sleep through most of the flight and miss dinner! An hour and a half to go!

Upon arrival in Paris, I don't really know where I am going so I just follow the huge crowd of people in front of me. I make it through French customs, then make my way to find my luggage. I stand there for about 15 minutes. It's the longest 15 minutes of my life. I hope they didn't lose my luggage? I wait and wait, and voila! There is my bright pink luggage. Sure enough, I am the only one with luggage that colour. A very wise choice to select the brightest and largest suitcase to fit all of my carefully selected clothes for castings.

I take my luggage and wait for my ride to the model apartment. I sit, waiting anxiously, for what seemed to be forever. Sure enough a man comes in with a sign that has my name on it. I make my way over and he helps me with my luggage, then takes me to the apartment.

I arrive with no clue what to do. The apartment is so different from the ones in Canada. To get in the first set of doors you have to enter a special code... I do this... and then to get through the second set of doors you have to buzz... I do this. So, I am in the building. The only problem is where do I go now? I wander the building aimlessly for about a half hour feeling very secure, but with no sense of direction. Oh, did I mention none of the doors have numbers on them? So weird! Luckily I go to the fifth floor and just as I am about to knock a girl opens the door, obviously a model, and she is on the phone talking to my booker who is coincidentally looking for me! After introducing herself as my new roomate she hands me the phone and I talk to my booker Sonia who is a sweetheart and so welcoming. She welcomes me to Paris and tells me to come to the agency tomorrow early in the morning and then she will send me to some castings. I'm so overwhelmed that it never crosses my mind to ask where the agency is and when to be there. Oh boy.

I google the agency and knowing how bright I am (or like to think I am) I decide to walk. I email Sonia to let her know I will be there at 10 a.m. and off I go. I walk and walk for over an hour, passing right by the Eiffel Tower. I stand there for a good twenty minutes with my jaw dropped. I have never seen anything so tantalizing in my whole life! I continue on my venture to the agency, but not long after, come to the conclusion I am lost. I hail a cab which takes me to the agency. Good thing. I get there around 11 a.m. They are all happy I made it alive. I tell them I tried walking and they probably think I am crazy. It was farther then I thought. Google maps said that by walking it would have taken 1 hour and 28 minutes. Oops. They give me a French mobile, a map and my castings. Sonia shows me how to use the metro and takes me to my first two castings. The metro is so different from the one in Toronto. Each metro line has different names and are all numbered. One direction has a number and name as does the same line going in the other direction. The direction I take home is Boulogne. I think that's pretty coincidental because, call me weird, my favourite word is bologna. Just in case you were wondering.

Somehow, in between all of these castings I manage to find time to see what makes Paris so renowned and so beautiful. I wander aimlessly these streets of Paris in awe (and later regret this because again I end up so lost). The other day I walked through the Jardin des Tuileries. I have never seen a garden so remarkably beautiful. I took a classic tourist picture in front of L'Arc de Triomphe du Carrousel du Louvre. After a hard day of work, I walked home and ended up standing in front of the L'Arc de Triomphe. This was another Kodak moment. I also managed to see the Eiffel Tower when it was all lit up at night. This was when I realized that I was in Paris. It has only been my first week here and I know that there are so many more memorable moments waiting in store for me. I will be sure to write about them all for you! Stay posted for next week's blog ;)

Chelsea Coyle is a Chantale Nadeau model, currently with Crystal in Paris.


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Cailin Hill (The Model Burnbook)

Natalia Zurowski & Jasmine Chorley Foster (The Business Model)

Madison Schill & Addison Gill's (Mind Over Model)

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