Ahhhh only 4 castings today. Only did 2 as one had a 3 hour wait.


Then the Elite party. Pretty fun but it was more of a business meeting then a party.


Models are fucking stupid. The party was more of a place to network and less of a "lets get really drunk" party. Maxime saw it as a networking meeting so he worked it, now a bunch of people are pissed off about that (because he got contacts while they got wasted).

While walking toward the food (as always) some guy grabbed my hand and yelled my name. Apparently he knew me from my agent in Toronto, and though my "photos didn't do me justice"... Yup... Officially lost for words... So talked to him (didn't manage to catch a name) and the person who he was with (I think they run the agency. It was loud, I was caught off guard, jesus cut me some slack).

Anyways, I looked good. White dress shirt with pink pinstripes, dark jeans, and the bootshoecombothings. Its not vain if a model does it, the internet told me so.


yea, so thats it... pretty much... OH, except... ah never mind, I already said that. um... yea thats it, I'm off to bed.