In our model shoots at the photo studio, one thing is never missing: a staging as a Twilight fanboy, humor and playing with clich\u00e9s. It has almost become a tradition that every model has to pose as a Twilight fanboy at least once. This is due to a movie night that I will never forget. <\/p>\n
Back then, when this American vampire schmaltz flickered across our screens, I wanted to enjoy all the episodes of the Bite series in the Kinopolis Bad Godesberg with a few friends. The plan was clear: fantasy, popcorn, lots of laughter. Too bad I got the tickets – in a hurry, without looking closely. <\/p>\n
Ladies Night.
\n An evening exclusively for female fans.<\/p>\n
Shortly before 8 p.m. we enter the hall where the Twilight movie night was taking place. 500 women stare at us.
\n What do THEY want here? <\/p>\n
A brief exchange of glances in our group: escape impossible, the “enemy” outnumbered. So sit down, chest out, head up. <\/p>\n
Then began an evening that rivaled any comedy show. To the left, the Taylor Lautner faction, to the right, the Robert Pattinson disciples. As soon as werewolf<\/a> Jacob showed his six-pack<\/a>, the hall went wild. When vampire<\/a> Edward came into the picture with glittery skin and a mother-in-law’s darling smile, it felt like slips were flying. It was like a Champions League final – only with Prosecco instead of beer, and screaming instead of roaring fan chants. <\/p>\n That evening it became clear once and for all: if anyone ever tells me again that muscles, six-packs and coolness are “irrelevant” to women – sorry, but feminism died a painful death there.<\/p>\n But the real highlight came during the break. In front of the hall there was the usual murmur, giggling and clinking of glasses. Then suddenly silence. And into this silence a fangirl spoke the sentence that finally dealt feminism the death blow: <\/p>\n “Screw the knight in shining armor – I want a vampire<\/a> with a Volvo!”<\/p>\n Anyone who knows the films knows what is meant: Bella Swan, threatened by a few bad guys, is not rescued by a hero in armor, but by Edward Cullen, who comes screeching up in a Volvo. Knightly romance was yesterday – Volvo is the new unicorn. <\/p>\n The sentence echoed – and then a collective sigh swept through the foyer, as mighty as a tsunami. Everything that courageous women had fought for in the struggle for equality was buried under a sea of hormone-soaked infatuation. <\/p>\n And in the middle of it all, the poor companions: friends, brothers, fianc\u00e9s, husbands. Their faces spoke volumes. Foreheads in neon letters: We – the small group of fantasy fans<\/a> – had to pull ourselves together not to burst out laughing.<\/p>\n A few weeks later I stumbled across a Twilight fangirl shirt at a convention. Of course, it immediately went into my collection for photo shoots<\/a>. Since then, the iron rule in my studio has been: every model, every creator must appear in front of the camera as a Twilight fanboy at least once. Glitter optional. Volvo unfortunately not available. \ud83d\ude09 <\/p>\nHow the Twilight fanboy came to be<\/h2>\n
\n “What the hell does this damn vampire have that I don’t have?” <\/p>\n