Is
he the reason you have gone into modeling?
Now don't get me wrong. I love my brother Joe very very much. We
have always gotten along better than any brother and sister that I know
of, but I think if Joe had any impact on me wanting to model, it would
have to be because I wanted to show him up I guess I would like people to
see Larissa, and not "Joe's Sis."
Describe your first modeling experience.
Tough question... umm my first EVER time modeling was for my first drawing
class, freshman year of high school. We were doing 15-minute sketches and
since I really didn't need to practice sketching, my teacher had me pose
on a table in the middle of the room while everyone drew me. It was tough
because I had to stand reasonably still for 15 minutes, and the whole time
the class was totally silent and I KNEW that they were all staring and
analyzing me. I think I kept my eyes shut so that I wouldn't make eye
contact with anyone in particular (especially the hot guy in front of me) and so that I wouldn't laugh. Later on that
week, our teacher posted up the really good sketches in the showcase of our art hall. Now this was the [cool] part
because the art hall is a major traffic hall at Penn, so everyone saw like
ten different pictures of me from all different angles. The funny thing is
that people were congratulating me on the pictures of myself when they should have been
complimenting the people who drew them
You
have now done runway and photo modeling, which do you prefer and why?
I think it's safe to say that I can't decide. But I'm gonna let you in on
a little secret... I'm camera shy. It's weird because when you're runway
modeling you kind of feed off of the energy of your onlookers and it's a
rush. (Plus I always like an audience because I'm a real goofball and I
like to make people laugh.) Then again when you’re on a photo shoot its
[cool] because it's relaxed and stuff, but it can be challenging to try
and put yourself into the role that they want you to be. You've gotta have
a lot of control over your emotions... which I don't. I'm either an idiot,
a smartass, or well, that's about it. Kinda like an Irish setter... even
when they're depressed they still look excited and happy.
