The worst part of being a modelling agent isn’t the prima donnas,
or the hours, or the risk of losing everything with the tiniest imperfection.
Well, yes, they all suck, but you expect them. The thing
that always bugged me was the look of disappointment when someone asks how I
found my current client, and I tell them via a cattle call, or a runway show.
There’s no story, no chance meeting, just the way that everyone gets into this
business.
And then I fucking break down in the middle of fucking
nowhere, and the female mechanic is fucking flawless…
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