Since winning the Miss Universe crown in 2004, Jennifer Hawkins is everywhere I look. Magazine covers, TV, newspapers, at bus stops… it’s like there is no escaping her comme çi-comme ça face. What’s more, she’s now hosting a new TV show, and has just launched her own line of swim wear. Give me a break.
Good on her for achieving what she has at such a young age, but I really don’t see what the song and dance is all about. The few times I have seen her on Channel 7’s The Great Outdoors, her monotone voice would make me cringe… she really lacks ‘presence’ in front of the camera and thus her presenting style is nothing to rave about. Obviously the network must be pleased with the program’s increase in ratings thanks to Hawkins’ popularity, kudos to her Miss Universe crown giving her so much publicity. But if it weren’t for that crown, I seriously doubt her television presenting prospects would be as sought-after as they are now.
Her presenting role on Make Me A Supermodel, which airs on Channel 7 this Tuesday for the first time, is relatively dubious. Simply because I question Hawkins’ ability to fulfill such a role. Supermodel she is certainly not! You cannot even put her into the same category that Naomi, Christy, Cindy, Helena and Claudia made famous. So how can, a so-called supermodel, possibly give appropriate advice to supermodel wannabe contestants? Who is she to deliver such advice? Pfftt.
I saw her on Oxford St a few months ago with this paltry excuse for an entourage. It looked more like a bunch of hangers-on, and appeared to be a vain, attention-grabbing stunt. Jennifer darling, you don’t need SIX PEOPLE to accompany you on a shopping trip on a quiet Wednesday afternoon in Paddington. You’re no Kate Moss.
Ummm???
Oh the wonders of what a good hair stylist, make up artist and some St Tropez fake tan can do…
