Oh, lovely, summertime. An excuse for all the skinny girls and fat ones to wear clothing ten times too small. You should remember girls, the rest of the world doesn't want to see you flash what you do or don't have. It only makes you look pitiful. Save yourself some embarrassment.

Today was the big end of the school year pageant at the school I teach dance at, and while it went well I'm a bit baffled. The older brother of one of the students told me that we have to go out tonight to celebrate. So… I guess I have a date. We're meeting at some bar or pub for drinks, then going to see a movie. I hope we see either X-Men First ( Read more... )

[Sebastian had had quite the week full of photo shoots which proved to those that said models had a shelf-life that he still had what it took even with a younger crowd coming in these days. When his memories were lost his routine was the same. Still holding his own with his arrogant head held high.]

I should have been impressed with my shoot shoot ( Read more... )

Sebastian Nicolaou? Callista Lovelace of Mode Moderne.

I have your name and headshot, and a hire notice for you. Menswear shoot. Must be done by next week. How's your schedule looking?

[Filter: Narcissus]
Sebastian, dear boy, we have arrangements to make. The collection is ready to shoot. Next week. I insist.

[At first he may have panicked at being in some filthy, dirty ally in the middle of Manhatten. It felt as dirty as the streets and the way the weight of the world hung over like an Apocalypse. He didn't like it, but he'd been in such a position before. Only this wasn't under the command of Hitler and he wasn't chanting in German with a regimen of ( Read more... )

It's time to get everything ready for getting the fall collections in the public eye. But, fresh clothes require fresh talent. I need some new male faces for Mode Moderne.

Gentlemen, your finest and most photogenic connections, or even volunteers, if you please!

My photography is to be displayed at the Amador Gallery in a few weeks time. What's the reward for best show, I wonder.

[Echo]

Your picture is one to be in the show. Not my favorite.

You will attend?

[There was a frantic rush once the hour turned and Narcissus felt himself again. He didn't like the cold and clammy feeling of being sick. Of feeling as if every beautiful thing was gone. Now, now he was able to look at himself in the mirror.]

That dreadful time is over. My skin is beautiful again, no longer the color of dust and ash. My lips are ( Read more... )

I passed out in one of the rehearsal rooms at school.

Then I nearly did again on the train ride home.

I don't like being sick.