Not the best day....
Who: Cat and Hugh
What: Photoshoot... kind of
When: In the afternoon
Where: Hugh's home studio
Why: its Hugh's job
Cat rapped his knuckles on the front door to Hugh's home. He was dressed casually in a pair of slim black jeans and a girls skinny fit Guns 'n' Roses t-shirt, although he had a bag slung over his shoulder which was stuffed, seems bursting with more exciting clothes. He was chewing at his lip as he waited, nervous since he hadn't done a shoot in so long.
Hugh was at the door in seconds, jeans, black t-shirt and barefoot. He opened the door with a smile. "Right on time. Come on in."
Cat smiled and nodding, following Hugh inside. He adjusted the bag strap on his shoulder, "I brought like... everything I own since we didn't agree on a theme."
Hugh laughed a little. "We'll shoot it all - we got all day. I've got a screen set up there for you to change behind - the bathroom is back there. I’ve got some set ups on the roof and some down here - the plain backdrop here should be for more normal headshots.. "
"Want to start with the headshots?" Cat asked, tugging out a compact mirror from his pocket, flipping it over to check his face and hair.
"Yes, I do - do you have.. " he looked at Cat. "Can I .. try something?"
"Yes?" Cat looked perplexed, head tilted a little, "go ahead..."
Hugh took cat's bag and dropped it by the screen, then he grabbed a clean brush and started to smooth the man's hair. "I want you to trust me - okay?
"Make me looking boring or unCatlike and I will leave, got me?"
Hugh smirked. "Do you want to model or not? I understand a signature style but you have to realize... the people that hire you are going to do whatever they hell they want - you are their pallet - " He smoothed Cat's hair then started to fuss with it - making it Cat-ish.
"Don't talk to me as if I've never modeled before." Cat grabbed his mirror back, "do you realize how long it takes me to back comb that right?"
Hugh sighed. "Show me your book an tell me the last time you modeled."
"Year ago?" Cat guessed, "and I have nothing to show for it with me right now..."
"Do you want to work more than once a year?" Hugh crossed his arms. "You can still be Cat... but if you don’t work.. no one will know who you are."
Cat looked somewhat petulant, "did I not mention alternative to you about a hundred times. You won't get me into Bape, and I'd rather get no work than be plastered all over a billboard looking fake..."
Hugh nodded. "Aright... we will indeed shoot your way.. but.. a few shots my way please? Not TOTALLY my way - but.. you’re too beautiful to be locked into one... look."
"And your idea of a look is flat hair?"
"Just.. look at it alright?" Hugh pointed to a standing mirror - the hair was not totally flat - it still was Cat style here and there. "And.. no make up either.. for the first shots - just basic base... "
"Alright... got any make up remover? And I'm not gonna gush and tell you that you were right about my hair because it looks like shit."
Hugh smirked. "Make up remover in the bathroom - and thank you for indulging me."
Cat went into the bathroom, wiping away all of his make up until he was fresh faced. He fluffed his hair a little too- he really couldn't stand it being so /boring/ and then headed back to Hugh, "lets whitewash me and make me perfect for GAP then. Taupe's in this month, I suppose?"
Hugh chuckled. "Listen, you can still be edgy but also be bankable. That face.. you could be a very rich man. Now, show me the most boring shirt you think you own."
"Uhhh..." Cat opened up his bag, rooting through it for what seemed like forever, until he pulled out a plain white t-shirt, "Uh, that?"
Hugh looked at it and sighed. He walked to his rack of clothes and pulled out a black turtleneck. "This will show off your face more... black is better.. a few shots.. okay?"
"That is the most disgusting item of clothing I have ever had the displeasure of... I mean... a turtleneck?"
"It will elongate your neck and show off your features." Hugh tossed him the garment. "My shoot - my rules.. for at least these shots."
"I'm really not wearing a turtle neck. Forget it. Sorry for wasting your time but I'll just wait till Forrest takes me to the dungeon."
Hugh sighed. "If you want to stay in your same look - enjoy that. Do you not want to model?"
"Yes but how come Forrest's idea of me modeling is me chained to a dungeon wall with make up making me look like death, a collar and leather hot pants and you want me in a turtleneck?"
"Because I think you can be famous. You could be shooting for all the majors.. runway shows if you want - basically anything you want. IF you know how to market yourself." He walked a step closer. "You are beautiful. You have the face people kill for. I can make you more in demand than anyone out there... if you trust me."
"But that's not what I want in life." Cat groaned, "I'm sure 90% of the models you've worked with want that and that's fine for them, but my ultimate goal in life is to play guitar in a heavy glam metal band. Yes I want to model too, because you know, you only live once and all."
"Yes but people in hell want popsicles too. You want what you want and I can respect that. You want to model YOUR way and play music YOUR way - the music, I respect... modeling.. if you want to do JUST fetish." He shook his head. "Its just a very narrow view of what the world is... there is.. a lot out there you are closing yourself off to."
"But I wouldn't be happy waltzing down a runway in whatever they want me in. I like fetish, am I not allowed to like fetish? Yes it's narrow minded but I happen to adore my little narrow minded world. I hate this fucking agency, I really do."
Hugh sighed and walked over to click off the lights. "Cat.. come here.. talk to me, okay?" He led the man to the couch and sat. "What’s wrong, hm?"
"What do you think is wrong? Don't tell me to bring my own clothes and stuff and then try and stuff me into a black turtleneck and comb down my hair. I don't want to be the new face of Dior, Christ." He stood up, shoving his stuff back into his bag and then quickly painted his lips with a layer of gloss.
"Dior wouldn't take you." He sat watching the boy have a hissy fit. "Why do you hate the agency yet work there and want to be a model?"
"Because its boring. Everyone is boring. And apparently, because I like animal print, sparkle and the New York Dolls I'm going about my life all wrong. I just wanted to take some photos being myself and then if anyone wants an alternative model they can turn to me, and when I'm not needed I can do my paperwork and smoke my cigarettes in the park with Tommy Lee." He sighed deeply, "yes?"
"Everyone is boring and you know it all." Hugh stood and went to the door.. "I guess we're done here. You don’t need anything but yourself and your life."
"I don't know it all, I know myself. That's what I'm saying." Cat followed him to the door.
"And that is how it is going to be. You wont see anyone else's point of view and you are right.:" He stood by the open door.
"Bye." Cat waved as he left.
Hugh closed the door and shook his head sadly
What: Photoshoot... kind of
When: In the afternoon
Where: Hugh's home studio
Why: its Hugh's job
Cat rapped his knuckles on the front door to Hugh's home. He was dressed casually in a pair of slim black jeans and a girls skinny fit Guns 'n' Roses t-shirt, although he had a bag slung over his shoulder which was stuffed, seems bursting with more exciting clothes. He was chewing at his lip as he waited, nervous since he hadn't done a shoot in so long.
Hugh was at the door in seconds, jeans, black t-shirt and barefoot. He opened the door with a smile. "Right on time. Come on in."
Cat smiled and nodding, following Hugh inside. He adjusted the bag strap on his shoulder, "I brought like... everything I own since we didn't agree on a theme."
Hugh laughed a little. "We'll shoot it all - we got all day. I've got a screen set up there for you to change behind - the bathroom is back there. I’ve got some set ups on the roof and some down here - the plain backdrop here should be for more normal headshots.. "
"Want to start with the headshots?" Cat asked, tugging out a compact mirror from his pocket, flipping it over to check his face and hair.
"Yes, I do - do you have.. " he looked at Cat. "Can I .. try something?"
"Yes?" Cat looked perplexed, head tilted a little, "go ahead..."
Hugh took cat's bag and dropped it by the screen, then he grabbed a clean brush and started to smooth the man's hair. "I want you to trust me - okay?
"Make me looking boring or unCatlike and I will leave, got me?"
Hugh smirked. "Do you want to model or not? I understand a signature style but you have to realize... the people that hire you are going to do whatever they hell they want - you are their pallet - " He smoothed Cat's hair then started to fuss with it - making it Cat-ish.
"Don't talk to me as if I've never modeled before." Cat grabbed his mirror back, "do you realize how long it takes me to back comb that right?"
Hugh sighed. "Show me your book an tell me the last time you modeled."
"Year ago?" Cat guessed, "and I have nothing to show for it with me right now..."
"Do you want to work more than once a year?" Hugh crossed his arms. "You can still be Cat... but if you don’t work.. no one will know who you are."
Cat looked somewhat petulant, "did I not mention alternative to you about a hundred times. You won't get me into Bape, and I'd rather get no work than be plastered all over a billboard looking fake..."
Hugh nodded. "Aright... we will indeed shoot your way.. but.. a few shots my way please? Not TOTALLY my way - but.. you’re too beautiful to be locked into one... look."
"And your idea of a look is flat hair?"
"Just.. look at it alright?" Hugh pointed to a standing mirror - the hair was not totally flat - it still was Cat style here and there. "And.. no make up either.. for the first shots - just basic base... "
"Alright... got any make up remover? And I'm not gonna gush and tell you that you were right about my hair because it looks like shit."
Hugh smirked. "Make up remover in the bathroom - and thank you for indulging me."
Cat went into the bathroom, wiping away all of his make up until he was fresh faced. He fluffed his hair a little too- he really couldn't stand it being so /boring/ and then headed back to Hugh, "lets whitewash me and make me perfect for GAP then. Taupe's in this month, I suppose?"
Hugh chuckled. "Listen, you can still be edgy but also be bankable. That face.. you could be a very rich man. Now, show me the most boring shirt you think you own."
"Uhhh..." Cat opened up his bag, rooting through it for what seemed like forever, until he pulled out a plain white t-shirt, "Uh, that?"
Hugh looked at it and sighed. He walked to his rack of clothes and pulled out a black turtleneck. "This will show off your face more... black is better.. a few shots.. okay?"
"That is the most disgusting item of clothing I have ever had the displeasure of... I mean... a turtleneck?"
"It will elongate your neck and show off your features." Hugh tossed him the garment. "My shoot - my rules.. for at least these shots."
"I'm really not wearing a turtle neck. Forget it. Sorry for wasting your time but I'll just wait till Forrest takes me to the dungeon."
Hugh sighed. "If you want to stay in your same look - enjoy that. Do you not want to model?"
"Yes but how come Forrest's idea of me modeling is me chained to a dungeon wall with make up making me look like death, a collar and leather hot pants and you want me in a turtleneck?"
"Because I think you can be famous. You could be shooting for all the majors.. runway shows if you want - basically anything you want. IF you know how to market yourself." He walked a step closer. "You are beautiful. You have the face people kill for. I can make you more in demand than anyone out there... if you trust me."
"But that's not what I want in life." Cat groaned, "I'm sure 90% of the models you've worked with want that and that's fine for them, but my ultimate goal in life is to play guitar in a heavy glam metal band. Yes I want to model too, because you know, you only live once and all."
"Yes but people in hell want popsicles too. You want what you want and I can respect that. You want to model YOUR way and play music YOUR way - the music, I respect... modeling.. if you want to do JUST fetish." He shook his head. "Its just a very narrow view of what the world is... there is.. a lot out there you are closing yourself off to."
"But I wouldn't be happy waltzing down a runway in whatever they want me in. I like fetish, am I not allowed to like fetish? Yes it's narrow minded but I happen to adore my little narrow minded world. I hate this fucking agency, I really do."
Hugh sighed and walked over to click off the lights. "Cat.. come here.. talk to me, okay?" He led the man to the couch and sat. "What’s wrong, hm?"
"What do you think is wrong? Don't tell me to bring my own clothes and stuff and then try and stuff me into a black turtleneck and comb down my hair. I don't want to be the new face of Dior, Christ." He stood up, shoving his stuff back into his bag and then quickly painted his lips with a layer of gloss.
"Dior wouldn't take you." He sat watching the boy have a hissy fit. "Why do you hate the agency yet work there and want to be a model?"
"Because its boring. Everyone is boring. And apparently, because I like animal print, sparkle and the New York Dolls I'm going about my life all wrong. I just wanted to take some photos being myself and then if anyone wants an alternative model they can turn to me, and when I'm not needed I can do my paperwork and smoke my cigarettes in the park with Tommy Lee." He sighed deeply, "yes?"
"Everyone is boring and you know it all." Hugh stood and went to the door.. "I guess we're done here. You don’t need anything but yourself and your life."
"I don't know it all, I know myself. That's what I'm saying." Cat followed him to the door.
"And that is how it is going to be. You wont see anyone else's point of view and you are right.:" He stood by the open door.
"Bye." Cat waved as he left.
Hugh closed the door and shook his head sadly