Svea is the exception. As soon as the first pictures of her appeared in the noble magazines, many photographers phoned the agency to book them for a photo shoot. "Can we work with Svea?" This is what happens only to experienced, well-known models like Tatjana Patitz or Christina Kruse. Svea is new. Inexperienced. Not long in the business. Many Berlin girls and boys learn only a few hours before, if they will attend the shows in the last week of January. Svea already knows it for sure. She ran for Vuitton at the ready-to-wear in Paris. "Svea is something special, it will only be shown in exclusive magazines," says Ted Linow of the mega-model agency Svea has under contract with. "She will never become a model for the people like Heidi Klum." In the pastel gray and white-styled spaces of the agency in Berlin, Prenzlauer Berg, Svea sits at a table in front of a row of lockers. Svea's hands are thin, her knuckles tender. It is pretty, no doubt, but you can see over the Kastanienallee more exciting girls, weird, fine, untamed, more intellectual. Only professionals recognize what camera and catwalk love a girl. Svea's round eyes, full lips, very full lips, a beautiful mouth, the small, symmetrical face and the delicate, protruding ears, which exaggerate the childish expression.
