This is what happened, as I was too lazy at the end of the day to
write anything.


Yesterday I had 3 castings, not bad. One at 10:00 and we showed up at 9:30 too miss the line up, or so we though. Instead we showed up and there were about 13 people ahead of us, not too bad, but then the people holding the casting didn't start till like 10:20, so we ended up in waiting for ages anyway.
Niko went in before me (Argentinian guy from downstairs, another outdoors guy awesome!) and they ended up in arguing over him because the designer liked him but thought he was too skinny, and the photographer though he was perfect. Again, another hysterical Italian argument, this one was better because Niko was standing there in the middle awkwardly. When I in they flipped through my book and that was it... Aaaawwww well, what ever.

Second casting was at 3:30... during the several hour break we went back to the "apartment" and Niko made some Argentinian food, pretty awesome... When we eventually went to the casting which was at a 4 star hotel. The 2 guys who looked at the books were like polar opposites, one was this larger designer (bleached short hair, goatee and then a very low V neck shirt... and a grumpy look on his face) and the other was this clean cut guy in a black suit. The first guy (bleachy) took my book and kinda flicked through the pictures quickly, took my set card, then slid it to the other guy, who then was really nice, and he looked through everything for a while then introduced himself, and asked where I came from and stuff like that. Anyway we ended up in leaving quite sure we wouldn't get the job, because another model who was there knew them both personally.

The third casting today was at 6:30. So we went down (early again), when we got there we met another guy from Elite who ran up first. When we got up there they were flicking through his book and chatting, this happened for about 5 min, he book was completely full with pictures from jobs. Then it was my turn, with my 5 photos it didn't take long. When she got to the end she looked up and said "Thats it?" so sheepishly I said "Yup. First time." at which point they like grabbed my book and went back through it another couple times (maybe a minute or 2).

On the walk home we went through downtown Milan... shit need to go to castings, more when i get back (might be late, if i get the prada thing)