tacooooo
So.. Louis Vuitton job day 2, so far..
okay shutup I'm dead tired!
Sofi came down with a fever, Carolina only had 2 hours of sleep from flying in from Milan.
"Are you sick too Rachel?"
"No."
"Right then." translation: We'll use you for the majority of today and let them rest up.
So while I'm crying in shoes that are 3 sizes to small (because they weren't intended for me) and contemplating how I'll be using all the money they pay me to have my toes sewn back on... ehh that was about the majority of my day.
But we're shooting at a french castle in the country. It's huge with lonnnng rectangular ponds and creepy statues from the 1600's... There's willow trees and dead trees and a cemetery filled with dead aristocrats and everything's grown over and a giant meadow with horses and and and [breathes] lots of paintings of the artistocrats who lived there and hidden doors and cool old books about autopsies and HIDDEN DOORS ZOMG.
Their library.. oh my god their freaking library.. it must be worth more than god. I was going insane.
I'm demanding that they let me get batteries for my camera tomorrow. It's the last day of shooting there and damnit I NEED PICTURES
I'm going to London again on Tuesday for some ...weird runway thing. Not sure what special event it's for but it's decent money and only for like.. 2 days so.. no complaints.
I've actually gotten to eat 3 meals a day for the past 2 days.. It's become a game every morning to see how many croissant-ish pastries I can stuff down my throat. Training myself to eat as much as I can at once scared of not knowing when I'll be able to eat next.
Cram it down, get heartburn, smoke a cigarette, grab another plate, repeat.
I dont know why smoking eases the heartburn.. go figure..
I need my stomach to stretch back out so I can feast on mighty tacobell. Seriously, that is the first thing I'm doing when I get back to florida. I want to pass out in a tacobell coma on my bed with Miko asleep on my face. End.
I'm licking people again.
at least it's catching on.
okay shutup I'm dead tired!
Sofi came down with a fever, Carolina only had 2 hours of sleep from flying in from Milan.
"Are you sick too Rachel?"
"No."
"Right then." translation: We'll use you for the majority of today and let them rest up.
So while I'm crying in shoes that are 3 sizes to small (because they weren't intended for me) and contemplating how I'll be using all the money they pay me to have my toes sewn back on... ehh that was about the majority of my day.
But we're shooting at a french castle in the country. It's huge with lonnnng rectangular ponds and creepy statues from the 1600's... There's willow trees and dead trees and a cemetery filled with dead aristocrats and everything's grown over and a giant meadow with horses and and and [breathes] lots of paintings of the artistocrats who lived there and hidden doors and cool old books about autopsies and HIDDEN DOORS ZOMG.
Their library.. oh my god their freaking library.. it must be worth more than god. I was going insane.
I'm demanding that they let me get batteries for my camera tomorrow. It's the last day of shooting there and damnit I NEED PICTURES
I'm going to London again on Tuesday for some ...weird runway thing. Not sure what special event it's for but it's decent money and only for like.. 2 days so.. no complaints.
I've actually gotten to eat 3 meals a day for the past 2 days.. It's become a game every morning to see how many croissant-ish pastries I can stuff down my throat. Training myself to eat as much as I can at once scared of not knowing when I'll be able to eat next.
Cram it down, get heartburn, smoke a cigarette, grab another plate, repeat.
I dont know why smoking eases the heartburn.. go figure..
I need my stomach to stretch back out so I can feast on mighty tacobell. Seriously, that is the first thing I'm doing when I get back to florida. I want to pass out in a tacobell coma on my bed with Miko asleep on my face. End.
I'm licking people again.
at least it's catching on.