Well this was epic. Polo Ralph Lauren approached me a few weeks ago with a very enticing offer to try out to be a ball girl for this year's US Open. Clearly, thoughts of standing behind Federer grabbing his sweaty towel danced in my head and I immediately said yes. Then, clearly, thoughts of getting pelted in the face with tennis balls and tripping over my feat while ruining match point flooded over me, but regardless, I was up for the challenge.
I headed out to the Billie Jean King tennis facility with my photographer du jour, Jonathan, who was kind enough to give me a ride on his motorcycle. Motorcycle. Highway. Tennis tryouts. Who am I? Well, what I do know is that you should never ride on a motorcycle in a raging thunderstorm when you need to get photographed working out. Despite the odds, I arrived somewhat in one piece and I was handed the cutest uniform to wear.
It was the official ball girl uniform designed by Mr. Lauren himself and I died over the Nadal-esque neon theme and flattering feminine cut. I've worn many uniforms in my day and this one is the epitome of smart design: shorts under the skirt with the right amount of stretch, a flattering taper to the top, and bold, sleek colors.
A group of us were given a private tryout before the real tryouts where we were evaluated on our skills at the net and behind the baseline. I excelled at running and grabbing the net ball and failed miserably at the back position. The judge shouted at me every so often things like: "you do realize that hypothetically you just nailed the head judge in the head" and "you actually have to sprint back to your position".
All in all, I'd say that: only Federer can look good mid-workout, I would wear this outfit all day every day and be quite happy, and I still may have retained some athletic ability.. Phew. Thought it was lost along with my ACL a few years ago.
The best part? Even if I don't make the team I still get to keep the uniform! Many thanks to the team at Ralph Lauren for the unique opportunity!
Photography by Jonathan Alpeyrie (except for the Federer photo which I sneaky snapped on the way out)