So no new posts due to the same shit, different day syndrome.


Lots of castings, lots of designers yelling "NEXT" over my shoulders. My theory behind it is that they got there ass's kicked by people like us back in high school, and this is there revenge. Difference is we've grown up. While were reading Steven King novels, they got there vogue. While were chowin' down on pizza, they got there ultra low fat anti carb greek salad with pisswater for dressing... yup your kickin our ass's now buddy, good job. Hope the power trip tastes as good as this 22oz steak and fries... mmm... gravy...

Sorry man we win again.


Just walked through sketch town, and got followed by the Italian guys who sell shit in the metro stations... Those guys are like fucking wolves, ballsy as fuck in a pack, but scared as shit when they are solo. So I got followed for like half a block, eventually turned around (I'm smart, I made sure there wasn't anyone in front of me before I turned around), and just kinda looked at them... all of a sudden the floor/wall/passing car became very interesting for them. Only God knows why, I'm six foot th...two and skinny, but I can run...




Castings, like yesterday, were stupid. I have gotten the art of timing down pretty good now, I know the city better, I know bus/tram routes off by heart (well the ones I use) and most importantly, I know that if you see other models walking in the same direction... hurry the fuck up. Now I am taking short cuts, slipping in lines, and using stairs when I see models cramming into the elevators.

Rules of engagement.
1) Surface transit trumps metro, except for cross town trips (so learn your maps)
2) Solo travel beats groups every time, they may be fun, but skip them all together. Fuck being social, you can do that when your home, on the job fuckin get'er'done. Social = 1-4 extra hours of waiting, no joke.
3) Don't take it personally. There pricks. It sucks, but its true. Even the nice ones lie.
4) "Nice to see you" or "see you soon" means "GTFO" or "finally your leaving"
5) Eating is Impossible unless you have 1 hour between the time you currently have, and the time you have to be at the next casting.
6) Early for your first casting is like being first to the ski slopes. Your never gonna be the first there, there will always be a line, be smart, hit the first casting later in the day, and hit up your second casting first. People will line up early for the first casting, but from 12 onward most are behind schedule, so if your 20 min early for a 13:00-18:00 casting your gonna be closer to the first in line.
7) "BE THERE AT 14:00 OR ELSE" means "yea we think it should start at 14:30 if your lucky" unless they are from Tokyo or New York, in which case be early.
8) Make a decent guess, I am not going to book a swimsuit job, so why bother... yea the bookers will bitch and moan, they will say stuff like "there is a chance", yea, and my waist is 29". they give you 16 castings in a day, mark them out on your map, make an order, then cut the ones you don't think you will make. E.G Nico (friend with short hair) got given a head and shoulders casting, with a requirement for long hair, why waste your time with that?
8) Sleep is for the dead.
9) Beer is a good, but most often bad. Not eating all day, running around, then coming home and downing a nice big bottle (66cl) of your favourite brewski is the best way to get drunk and sick.
10) Italian people don't make room anywhere, so when in Rome... push, shove, and lean on, as much as you like when in transit (some douche bag was leaning on me on the bus... so I started singing "stand by me" and then leaned back (I had 6x 2L bottle of water, and a thing of coke in my bag, I out weighed him quite substantially) then he got the point)
11) Straight answers are non-existent.
12) SET CARDS ARE FUCKING EXPENSIVE!!!!! 270 euros for 150 (thats a high guess) set cards... Rip off.
13) Like casinos, the agency always wins, you can't win, drawing is lucky, and loosing is 90% likely.




Writing a blog every day with new funny and exciting stories. So from now on when I have nothing to write about, I might start making up short stories.


Tight jeans + hot weather = wanting to just wear boxers (drinking in public is allowed so why wouldn't that be?)


Only 2 castings tomorrow, and a PARTY!!!!! at the agency. The casting sheet says "you must show up, and you MUST look SMART". I don't look smart, I am smrt. Time to rock the pink shirt and dress pants though