The start of fashion week.

Wow.

I managed to hit up 5 of my 12 castings today. It was ridiculous. The lines were close to 100 people, the rooms were 20ft by 20ft. The castings were never close to each other, and the designers treat you like shit.

First casting is for Gucci, the line is 2 hours long (I miss one casting due to this). Eventually the designer talks to me for 30 seconds then he says "Bye".

Second casting has 20 people and should have started at 11:30 but is didn't start then for what ever reason. Instead it started when I arrived at around 12:30 (a half hour before it ended), and it ran on for an extra hour (so I got out at 13:45), missing an editorial. The good part was I got a call back for it, bad part it was between 15:30 and 18:30.

Casting number three was for Prada, my sheet said 14:00 - 14:00 (meaning I had to be there at 2), I haul ass over to get there at 14:00, I arrive with 5 min to spare and security turns me down and makes me wait outside. Eventually I get in and wait in a hall with 150-200 other people. When I get to the front of the line the casting director knows my name and apparently remembers my book. All he makes me do is walk once and he take a couple pictures. Off to my next casting (at this time it is 15:30).

Casting number four was for something else (I don't care/remember what), but I was 10 min late and the door had closed.

Now to haul ass back across town to then stand in line in a 5 star hotel waiting for the 50 people in front of me to get done. Only to realize when I get to the panel of judges that they are looking for a fucking meat head, aka the guys with muscles. So that killed 2 casting in its self, because getting to and from it took ages, and the line took ages... Way to give me the right castings guys...

Then I haul ass back to the the call back thinking I would be able to hit it up and then hit up Burbery (which was like 2 blocks away) before it closed, that meant I had 1 hour to hit up two places. As always the fucking (man they piss me off) designers/directors/douchebags make me wait for another age (I get there at 18:00 and I leave at 21:30), for them then to make me walk, then take 3 pictures, then say "bye". So I missed a big name, because someone didn't want to start when they said they would.

I also had another couple castings sent to me (with ending times of like 13:00, and they arrive at 13:30... smooth move) and some other things that I didn't have enough time to even think about hitting them up.



Things I figured out today.
1) Always bring a pen.
2) Always bring a tazer.
3) Never trust a start time.
4) Never trust a end time.
5) Casting directors suck.
6) Eating is impossible, don't even try.
7) The nice guy finishes last/doesn't do all his castings.
8) Anything anyone says to you about making money is a lie, none of this "your gonna be big" bullshit. Not gonna happen, no way, no how. Not gonna fucking happen so don't get your hopes up. Bad mistake on my part.
9) People who get jobs, land everything. People who don't get jobs, land nothing. So far I am the second. Tomorrow my roommate is getting flow somewhere else again, but I just have more castings.
10) Maxime now runs Prada, he walked out today wearing a Prada cashmere sweater, and as we walked down the street it rained... Yup that thing can't be sold now.
11) Milan is the worst city on the planet. Slough is nothing to this place.
"Come, friendly bombs, and fall on Slough
It isn't fit for humans now
There isn't grass to graze a cow.
Swarm over, death!"
Obviously John Betjeman has never been here.
12) Brazilian guys need item #2 used on them.
13) Brazilian chicks are nice.
14) Russians in general need to be left alone or introduced to item #2.



Thats it before I start naming people and insulting mothers.