So nothing happened on Friday. Just walked around Milano (which as a city is worse then Hamilton... oh I went there). Apparently there were a couple castings, but the text messages never made it to me, not a problem, as I woke up at 14:00 (my phone sits on loud, 50cm from my head, so I do wake up when I get stuff). Yup 'twas less then exciting.

Today (well now I guess it is actually yesterday) I had an amazing casting for some fitting. I think the designer was colour blind/ a couple fries short of a happy meal. I arrived at 9:45 with Adam (roommate) and 4 other guys, and he instantly cuts 3 people. Unluckily I am not one of them. I must describe the designers before I go any further. The first one speaks perfect English and looks very respectable in his expensive suit and nice black leather shoes, mean while the other one made me laugh very very hard (obviously not in front of him). He must have topped out at 5'6, was wearing huge sunglass's (think dinner plates) and the most vibrant colour jacket and pants and shoes I have ever seen, up and till that point in time. So back to the story, the guy then says only 2 people would get the job. There are 3 of us standing there and one was going to be cut very shortly, I took a look around, and didn't feel I would miss much if I was the one. The clothes looked like he had used the curtains from some old persons house, as the fabric (not my grandmother she may be blind, but she still has style). For example, they handed me a pair of pants and some leather shoes, not to bad right? Wrong. The pants looked like they were checkered, but actually it was a base colour of lime green, and then it had lots of very small hunter green flowers on them, and to top that off about 30cm up from the base of each leg was a bright orange triangle (like a piece of fabric you would insert to make them flared). How bad could leather shoes be? Think shoes made of the orange peel from potpourri. Yea, at that point I felt pretty silly, standing in front of 2 designers and 5 other people... Then they hand me this eggplant purple vest thing with the same pattern as the pants, but with black shit on it. The neck on the vest ended around the bottom of my, muscleless, ribcage, and the arm holes, came down about the same distance... Overall it was not what I would call fashion, but what do I know? It's not like I can see colours, or understand what the consequences of wearing that in downtown Toronto would be (think asskicking so hard your grandfather would feel it). Anyways they then get us to walk down this makeshift runway a couple times, always fun, then they give me a jacket to put on (which funnily enough was the only thing in the building I could see myself wearing) light grey with some blue on it. Then they make me walk a couple more times. Now the fun part, as we are all standing there dressed as formal clowns, the short designer walks around and looks everyone over from head to toe and looks really, really closely at our faces, like up on his tippy toes to put his noes 2" from our faces and then walks back, says something in Italian to the other designer, who then says "I am about to pick two of you to stay, the one I don't pick can leave now" and he points at the other 2 guys... Wow, what a prick. So I change back into my NORMALLY coloured clothes, and head out. As I am leaving he says "Oh, and please leave a set card with us"... As I found when I got home, set cards make good frisbees, so I should have whipped it at him Gambit style (Comic book reference).

I am really happy I just found out that they made like 100 Euros for the job, the guy couldn't speak a word of English 5 days ago, and he just managed to tell me it was a shitty job, ended at 12, for some lame showroom... My respect for him went up quite substantially, now hes not like ever other (fucking) Brazilian.

So today Eamon (fellow Canadian) and I went and met up with one of his other Canadian friend Kaitlyn to go see Duomo (some big ass church thing with like 6.023 x 10^23 too many statues on it), then to a "museum full of dinosaurs". By full they mean there were maybe 10, and dinosaurs they mean most were paper mache... Kinda depressing really... I wanted something cool, not what I could see in a 4 year olds pop up book. I was expecting more like the ROM.

I do have some cool pictures from Duomo, but I will load them up tomorrow when i can find my card reader.

At about 17:25 I get a call from Elite telling me to get to the agency ASAP. I show up and they hand me like 200 new set cards (these ones are twice as big as the old ones)... Thanks guys how much more do I owe you now?

After they hand me the deck of cards, Wal (pronounced Val I think) tells me he needs to see my walk... So he gets me walking. After about 5 min of me walking I get bored, turn to him, and ask him what I am doing wrong, and he says "Nothing"... So yea... I guess they think if I walk enough back and forth, I might loose so weight and not break pants during castings? Ah well I figured out something good from that experience... There is a face shaped stain on the wall at one end of the hallway. Seems like there are two ways to make the bookers like you, kiss ass (like sooo many tell me I should... fat fucking chance) or be honest. Seems like they seem to respect me more then other people, if I am just honest with them. They have never gotten mad at me for anything (other models have been told off), and they seem more friendly... and they treat me like they treat people who are making money. There is a huge difference between the people who make money and those who don't. The ones who make money are talked to like friends and are joked around with, where as the other ones that don't make money (from what I can tell) are treated more like you would treat an underlings. Only difference in the way they treat Maxime and me (Maxime having a Prada exclusive) is they bend over backwards to make him happy(/ make more money from him), and me they just act like they would to someone on the same level of the food chain as them.