8 Saturday tiring 2 (2/2)
Selena focuses on the road. ”Lisa, I guess once again you did not read the contract you signed, you do not know which brand hired you and where is the photo shoot, am I wrong?”
I try to remember a few details to prove to him that I quickly look at this paper. ”It seems to me that the photographer is a woman.”
She sighs of helplessness. ”You have an incredible chance Lisa. You will pose for Elle magazine with an Isabel Marant outfit and we go to a studio very often used by the professionals whose name is Soho Creative Studio. Seriously my darling, it's really going to make you more popular in what you're doing. I am also convinced that you do not know Isabel Marant or the magazine Elle, but you accepted only by looking at the amount that will be paid to you am I wrong?”
I lower my head shameful. Since my arrival at home, Selena does everything for me, my registration, manage my contracts, redo my papers ... It's true that since I've been here, I've only rested on it in order to avoid annoying being pissed off and have the opportunity to live my life as quietly as possible. Go to apologize you Lisa, it's not going to burn your ass. ”I'm sorry, I'll be more serious starting today and not just resting on you anymore.”
She's smiling now, you should know if you're angry or happy? ”Isabel Marant is a French fashion designer with a very personal style that pleases many and in the fashion world and buyers. Many stars are already wearing these clothes that have the distinction of being casual, without too much accessories and frills or frills. I think you'll like what you'll wear today little rat's head.”
That the journeys are long and repetitive by car here. No trees to relax, no wild animals that walk and sometimes show themselves and surprise us. Only concrete, traffic lights and cars again and again. When the BMW plane cuts its engines, I hurry out to get a good bite of stale air and cough. If I love my new apartment and Selena and Steve, I can not say as much of New York that stifles me. Oh, I'm not four years anymore. Selena gets my blouse in my pants, me hold on so that I do not run away. She must judge that I am presentable because she allows me to move towards the studio whose door is only at twenty meters. When I enter in the studio, my eyes sting. Who is the son of a bitch who thought it best to paint everything in white? If I find this dog, I cut his balls and makes him eat. Everything is white, the floor, the walls, the ceiling but it's not the worst, the white shines and makes you dizzy. We move into the studio and arrive where the shoot will take place. Unlike usualy, no decor is visible but a large white screen faces the camera of the photographer who is already in place.
A man comes to me and shakes my hand. ”Hi, you can call me Serges. I am a marketing assistant for Isabel Marant. We have no time to lose Lisa because the photos are due out Tuesday in a special issue sold with Elle magazine. I will not hide the fact that another model would have to pose for this photo shoot but her tests did not satisfy the team so as we had already noticed you, that's why you are here today. This is your chance to show us that we have not made a mistake, do your best and give the best of yourself. Makeup artist your work has arrived. Head to the door on the left Lisa and you'll find behind the makeup artist waiting for you. We have little time. ”
The fucker, he pushed me. I went quickly to this door, then after greeting the makeup artist she began her work. Certainly due to the abundant brightness of this place, the layer of makeup that she puts on my face is quite thin compared to usually. I feel less sticky, my skin does not bother me and smiling is not a problem. She applies a purple lipstick then she completes with by colored eyeliner that must be dark magenta. She then uses a curling iron to make my hair slightly wavy. I think this hairstyle suits me well but doing this every morning would be a terrible waste of time and would force me to get up early.
Once the most annoying part over, I move on to my favorite. To discover the clothes I'm going to wear. Today on the menu we have a plain embroidered blouse with a white button closure. It has the particularity of climbing very high because a semi turtleneck hides me a part of the neck but I like this style. Classic black pants complete the meal. High waist, silver buttons, it has the distinction of having six pockets and leave my ankles in the open air. Wow, what are these shoes with high heels. Seven centimeters of heels, I try to advance without falling and the makeup artist seeing my circus number starts to laugh. Not funny ugly woman, come help me and do not laugh like a cretin . After struggling against my feet, I arrive where the photo shoot should take place and stay straight to avoid falling.
A technician and the photographer already check the lighting. They obviously does not want to waste time and this is very good for me. ”You will notice that there is no decoration and that's what we want. We will add a virtual one that will allow you to better stand out. You are ready miss? Perfect. Slightly tilt your left shoulder and lean back a little. Put your left hand on your waist. Do not curve your pelvis, lift your chin a little and slightly open your mouth. Take a bad girl's expression here, do not move any more. Now put you a little bias, again, again, stop. Slightly bend your head to the left. Well and cross your hands behind your buttocks without tightening them. Take a shy expression please. Shy, it looks like a pit bull who wants to jump in my face. Thank you and do not move. Well done girl, you can go change yourself.”
Amy and Selena come to see me after I changed my clothes to ask me how I felt this photo shoot. If I prefer to work with a traditional decor or without. That women are curious. I do not think I'm that boring girl but I'm not convinced either. Have gone tired today and tomorrow nothing to fuck, I will wallow on the bed and and would stay there all day.