Worn Out on the Runway
Sara Albert, the D.C. policy wonk who found whirlwind fame and an unexpected new career via "America's Next Top Model" last year, has fled the shallow rat race of L.A.'s actress/model scene for the calmer pace and down-home values of . . . uh, well, anyway, she's moved back to Washington.
"My life's in D.C.," she told us. "Modeling wasn't enough for me."
The '05 Georgetown grad, who was discovered by casting agents at Fashion Centre at Pentagon City, nearly won the Tyra Banks reality show (one gushing judge called the volleyball player a "6-foot-1 Scarlett Johansson!"). It inspired her to quit her research job at Advisory Board Co. last spring and pack her bags for L.A., where she signed with Elite and dyed her naturally blond tresses a dramatic chocolate brown.
She had fun and found work but was worn down by the long hours, wearying travel and endless auditions. "It's a really difficult industry," she said. "Every other person you talk to is an aspiring actress or model. It's a very saturated market. You feel replaceable. I don't want to feel like in my career that I'm replaceable -- I want to feel like I can be loyal to an organization and it will be loyal to me."
Sound like a job hunter? Albert starts a temp job this week as a legal assistant for a lobbying association, but she's still floating the résumé. Meanwhile, she's thrilled to be back with boyfriend John Hallmark (a Hill staffer and fellow Hoya) -- and back to being a blonde.
"The whole being-in-L.A., being-a-brunette thing -- it's not who I really am."
And the Lord Blessed Him Back
|Thomas: A win for the hometown crowd.(Courtesy Isaiah Thomas)|
"I'm shocked -- very, very shocked," Thomas, 34, told us. "It was a really tough category."
Thomas, minister of music at New Samaritan Baptist Church in Northeast Washington, called it "a great win for this area" that could boost D.C.'s presence in gospel -- though, technically, he hasn't brought the trophy home yet. "They engrave it with your name and the name of the song," he told us, "and then mail it to you."
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