27/05/08 Time? Fuck knows


So today I went for a photo shoot for the Italian Vogue. It was a 5 page section for converse, the shoes that I hate because they tear up my feet. I got kinda lost on the way over and decided to call Elite, because well you know they say "call if you are running late, or lost, any time, I'll help you out", they were on lunch. WTF? Italy goes on lunch for 1.5 hours each day. The shoot started at 13:30, and they went on lunch at 13:00. So what I think they really mean is "Call if you are running late, or lost, anytime, I'll help you out, except if I'm on lunch in which case Fuck right off".
Eventually I find my way to the set (I am getting better at working my way through the city, although the streets are very maze) hardest part, as always, is orientating my self when I get off the Metro (more on it later). I end up in only being about 6-7 min late. On the way into the building I meet the other model Glenn who was from Sidney, as we get close to the building we get pointed through an archway, across a courtyard and around onto this very industrial looking set. As always you first go around saying "Chow" to everyone you're going to work with, and then find a place to sit and wait for hair and makeup. An hour later were ready for wardrobe then makeup. Then a couple quick pictures in the parking lot (nice old car) then off to some random park that had a fenced off basketball court, which is where all the rest of the pictures were taken.
They unloaded all these props from the van and as they were setting up the cameras, we started to sift through the toys. In the mass of things is an old Bianchi folding bike, which they then had Glenn riding, and me standing on the back of while they took pictures. Then we found rollerskates, but without the boot parts, so as Glenn rode the bike I stood on these very sketchy wheels and got dragged around (at which point they told us to stop, they grabbed the cameras, and then started taking pictures of us playing around).
There were 6 models there all together, 4 guys and 2 girls. The wardrobe went, guy + girl dressed in track type clothes (guy in track suit, girl as a kinda cheer leader), then the rest of us were school uniforms. So the dynamics that I eventually worked out (they explained it in Italian, but forgot 2 of us couldn't understand it), it was like a group of kids from school, Glenn and I friends, Glenn had his "Girlfriend", and I had mine. So my girlfriend was trying to teach me Italian when we weren't shooting, but every time she started they would see us then be like "FREEZE DON'T MOVE THATS PERFECT" and then we would have to stop talking while they took pictures, it was funny the first time, but it quickly got annoying.
Eventually if was over (after 7.5 hours in total) and a couple of us went for dinner. Its kinda funny being the only one who doesn't speak Italian, when everyone else kinda speaks English, but not really. The conversations would consist of them speaking Italian, then pause and explain the conversation to me, or they would like look at me to back up an argument. Every once and a while I would figure I was keeping up with the conversation, then they would explain it to me and I would be way off... I do understand when they talk about eating, or me...

Gah, just got home. I HATE taking off makeup... such a pain.