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Wednesday 21 September 2016 08h20
I'm directed in the backstage by Cindy. Everyone runs, they push me, people scream and I start to feel panicked by this madness. When we think we are in the right place, a man tells me to come out of the Tokyo Palace to go to a nearby café so that they can select which accessories I will wear. After that, he leaves again and we also run because now we are late. We run as fast as possible with newspapers on the head because it started to rain. If my hair were getting too wet, the work requested from the team would be doubled and I would not be well received.
8:40 am We arrive at a large café which is not open to the public today. We present our free pass and I am driven to the bottom of the cafe. A woman with a briefcase almost as big as me is sitting and scream at me about my ten minutes late. I try as I can explain myself by showing him my schedule but it does not seem calm her. She looks in her notebook and takes a minute out of the room. She comes back with a dress identical to the one I tried and have to wear this afternoon. The woman throws the dress at me and asks me to put it on so she can finally start her work. I look for a corner where to change but she takes my arm and said: "If you are a professional model then you are not ashamed of your body and you can change anywhere. Now pass this dress and quickly. You're not the only girl today who needs my services. "Very embarrassed, I remove my blouse, my skirt and knowing that I have to wear this dress without a bra, I also remove it while there has a lot of people around. This black evening dress is pretty mesmerizing and refined. Chiffon and silk with muslin details beaded and pearly thread, puffed sleeves remind me of the blouse I wore before. The bottom of the dress is quite short, stopping above mid-thigh and in principle I will wear it with black pumps, a heel height of five centimeters decorated with fake diamonds and sewn also pearly and black thread . The only negative point of this dress is not really one but I think I'm still very modest in front of a real crowd and this outfit leaves half of my breasts apparent.
Once the dresscoated, I stand in front of her and begin a painful ordeal. Sunglasses? No sun glasses. A black rose with its thorns still present in the hair? Not rose, it will finally not come out enough and does not suit the aesthetics of the dress. A fake tattoo around the eye? No more and she removes my makeup violently. I have the impression that it tears my skin. In the end, at 9:45 am, after choosing the tattoo representing a vertical black swan around the eye, I get dressed and she invites me to clear off quickly, telling me that I made her lose too much time.
I join Cindy who stayed at the entrance of the cafe, I put on my sunglasses, my cap and then we run back to the palace of Tokyo. Unfortunately, journalists and visitors have already arrived and I am wasting a lot of time crossing this crowd that I find today very embarrassing. We still manage to pass and here I am backstage returns, this time to find me the appropriate hairstyle.
10:25 am The wait is a little long but I look at the other girls who are currently in the hands of these impressive hair sculptors. A minute, a hairstyle. Of course I'm exaggerating but their speed and dexterity is impressive. Their fingers move very quickly but the hairstyles they make are superb.
10:35 am A hairdresser, comes to me, pulls me by the hand and pushes me in a seat to start his work without waiting a second. I start with very simple hairstyles and a little childlike like a ponytail, twintail, then he tries a bun up and down but nothing suits him. Then he untangles my hair, moistens them and finally plaster them with a comb on which he put the gel beforehand. It does not suit him, of course, so shampoo, dry and we start again. Then comes the moment to buckle them and put them on one side only. He looks at me in the mirror, retouches my hair a little, goes past me and hides my bangs under my other hair. He taps once in his hands and invites me to go elsewhere as he heads for another girl.
00.15 am I already tried the dress two and a half weeks ago and the Fitting was also done on it so this time it should not be too long.
00:25 am I put the dress as I can in this swarm of girl who advance, move, come and go but no one speaks because no one does not have time. We are all affected by the stress of time that passes because it's a race against the clock. I undress and put on the dress and see that everything is fine. I smile thinking that I will have time to eat a sandwich that I prepared this morning but I feel someone who makes me turn around on me even, holding me by the shoulders. She asks me to go to the right and get measured because according to this woman, there would be a problem. I can not see how I could have grown up in two weeks but I obey and directs me to the person who is responsible for weighing us and judging our size. Result 5,82 feet and it's not good for a day like this. I come back, report but the woman says nothing and starts working here and there on the dress. It's so long, so long, my feet are starting to hurt me, to stay in place with these high-heeled pumps.
1:35 Fitting done and I leave for a ride to the hairdresser that lasts no more than two minutes while I remake at the same time the fake tattoo.
1:45 pm We are headed to the entrance of the catwalk. My running order is the number fifteen. Stress rises more and more and I discover during Fashion Week the true universe of models who are real professionals. I will not lie, I became quite famous thanks to an unexpected event. Thanks to the cops who arrested me, could I say. Although my photos were very popular with professionals in the field, I was still not a true professional and I am more aware of that today. My performance in the movie has also served me a lot but has nothing to do with the world of fashion. Breathe Lisa and concentrate. You've repeated what you have to do, how you have to walk, and what expression to give to your face so often that you can not go wrong. This is the first pass of the day and I will have two more later, I must at all costs take this one as a reference.
2:10 pm Electronic music sounds in the room, I'm told "go there," and I start walking on the catwalk. I see all this people comfortably seated watching me. Customers, actresses, businessmen, editors and journalists of major magazines and I keep moving forward. My chin is up, my eyes express anger and my mouth closed without a smile. Walk fast but but with a light and flexible step. On the catwalk I forget the people who look at me and think only of my personnal fashion show. When I reach the end, I turn my head to the left, then turn back quickly, taking a support on my right foot. This passage is the hardest because with high heels, it is very easy to twist your ankle and fall but it passes and I go in the other direction. Yes, back in the hallway. A big sister smiles at me and assures me that I have done very well my show. I smile back, thankful for his kindness because apart from it, no one has spoken to me since this morning among the models. I do not complain about this treatment because it's the general atmosphere here, nobody talks to anyone. Each one does what she has to do and ignores the other.
05:55 pm After my first fashion show comes the second. A new accessory, a new hairstyle, a pair of pants, jacket, blouse and it's gone again.
06h50 pm Fashion show number three. No change in the outfit but a different hairstyle, it was the last passage of the day and now souvenir photo. Finally the day comes to an end.
08h50 pm We hardly reach the apartment where I go to bed on my way home exhausted but very satisfied with myself.
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Wednesday 21 September 2016 08h20
I'm directed in the backstage by Cindy. Everyone runs, they push me, people scream and I start to feel panicked by this madness. When we think we are in the right place, a man tells me to come out of the Tokyo Palace to go to a nearby café so that they can select which accessories I will wear. After that, he leaves again and we also run because now we are late. We run as fast as possible with newspapers on the head because it started to rain. If my hair were getting too wet, the work requested from the team would be doubled and I would not be well received.
8:40 am We arrive at a large café which is not open to the public today. We present our free pass and I am driven to the bottom of the cafe. A woman with a briefcase almost as big as me is sitting and scream at me about my ten minutes late. I try as I can explain myself by showing him my schedule but it does not seem calm her. She looks in her notebook and takes a minute out of the room. She comes back with a dress identical to the one I tried and have to wear this afternoon. The woman throws the dress at me and asks me to put it on so she can finally start her work. I look for a corner where to change but she takes my arm and said: "If you are a professional model then you are not ashamed of your body and you can change anywhere. Now pass this dress and quickly. You're not the only girl today who needs my services. "Very embarrassed, I remove my blouse, my skirt and knowing that I have to wear this dress without a bra, I also remove it while there has a lot of people around. This black evening dress is pretty mesmerizing and refined. Chiffon and silk with muslin details beaded and pearly thread, puffed sleeves remind me of the blouse I wore before. The bottom of the dress is quite short, stopping above mid-thigh and in principle I will wear it with black pumps, a heel height of five centimeters decorated with fake diamonds and sewn also pearly and black thread . The only negative point of this dress is not really one but I think I'm still very modest in front of a real crowd and this outfit leaves half of my breasts apparent.
Once the dresscoated, I stand in front of her and begin a painful ordeal. Sunglasses? No sun glasses. A black rose with its thorns still present in the hair? Not rose, it will finally not come out enough and does not suit the aesthetics of the dress. A fake tattoo around the eye? No more and she removes my makeup violently. I have the impression that it tears my skin. In the end, at 9:45 am, after choosing the tattoo representing a vertical black swan around the eye, I get dressed and she invites me to clear off quickly, telling me that I made her lose too much time.
I join Cindy who stayed at the entrance of the cafe, I put on my sunglasses, my cap and then we run back to the palace of Tokyo. Unfortunately, journalists and visitors have already arrived and I am wasting a lot of time crossing this crowd that I find today very embarrassing. We still manage to pass and here I am backstage returns, this time to find me the appropriate hairstyle.
10:25 am The wait is a little long but I look at the other girls who are currently in the hands of these impressive hair sculptors. A minute, a hairstyle. Of course I'm exaggerating but their speed and dexterity is impressive. Their fingers move very quickly but the hairstyles they make are superb.
10:35 am A hairdresser, comes to me, pulls me by the hand and pushes me in a seat to start his work without waiting a second. I start with very simple hairstyles and a little childlike like a ponytail, twintail, then he tries a bun up and down but nothing suits him. Then he untangles my hair, moistens them and finally plaster them with a comb on which he put the gel beforehand. It does not suit him, of course, so shampoo, dry and we start again. Then comes the moment to buckle them and put them on one side only. He looks at me in the mirror, retouches my hair a little, goes past me and hides my bangs under my other hair. He taps once in his hands and invites me to go elsewhere as he heads for another girl.
00.15 am I already tried the dress two and a half weeks ago and the Fitting was also done on it so this time it should not be too long.
00:25 am I put the dress as I can in this swarm of girl who advance, move, come and go but no one speaks because no one does not have time. We are all affected by the stress of time that passes because it's a race against the clock. I undress and put on the dress and see that everything is fine. I smile thinking that I will have time to eat a sandwich that I prepared this morning but I feel someone who makes me turn around on me even, holding me by the shoulders. She asks me to go to the right and get measured because according to this woman, there would be a problem. I can not see how I could have grown up in two weeks but I obey and directs me to the person who is responsible for weighing us and judging our size. Result 5,82 feet and it's not good for a day like this. I come back, report but the woman says nothing and starts working here and there on the dress. It's so long, so long, my feet are starting to hurt me, to stay in place with these high-heeled pumps.
1:35 Fitting done and I leave for a ride to the hairdresser that lasts no more than two minutes while I remake at the same time the fake tattoo.
1:45 pm We are headed to the entrance of the catwalk. My running order is the number fifteen. Stress rises more and more and I discover during Fashion Week the true universe of models who are real professionals. I will not lie, I became quite famous thanks to an unexpected event. Thanks to the cops who arrested me, could I say. Although my photos were very popular with professionals in the field, I was still not a true professional and I am more aware of that today. My performance in the movie has also served me a lot but has nothing to do with the world of fashion. Breathe Lisa and concentrate. You've repeated what you have to do, how you have to walk, and what expression to give to your face so often that you can not go wrong. This is the first pass of the day and I will have two more later, I must at all costs take this one as a reference.
2:10 pm Electronic music sounds in the room, I'm told "go there," and I start walking on the catwalk. I see all this people comfortably seated watching me. Customers, actresses, businessmen, editors and journalists of major magazines and I keep moving forward. My chin is up, my eyes express anger and my mouth closed without a smile. Walk fast but but with a light and flexible step. On the catwalk I forget the people who look at me and think only of my personnal fashion show. When I reach the end, I turn my head to the left, then turn back quickly, taking a support on my right foot. This passage is the hardest because with high heels, it is very easy to twist your ankle and fall but it passes and I go in the other direction. Yes, back in the hallway. A big sister smiles at me and assures me that I have done very well my show. I smile back, thankful for his kindness because apart from it, no one has spoken to me since this morning among the models. I do not complain about this treatment because it's the general atmosphere here, nobody talks to anyone. Each one does what she has to do and ignores the other.
05:55 pm After my first fashion show comes the second. A new accessory, a new hairstyle, a pair of pants, jacket, blouse and it's gone again.
06h50 pm Fashion show number three. No change in the outfit but a different hairstyle, it was the last passage of the day and now souvenir photo. Finally the day comes to an end.
08h50 pm We hardly reach the apartment where I go to bed on my way home exhausted but very satisfied with myself.
Wednesday 21 September 2016 08h20I'm directed in the backstage by Cindy. Everyone runs, they push me, people scream and I start to feel panicked by this madness. When we think we are in the right place, a man tells me to come out of the Tokyo Palace to go to a nearby caf so that they can select which accessories I will wear. After that, he leaves again and we also run because now we are late. We run as fast as possible with newspapers on the head because it started to rain. If my hair were getting too wet, the work requested from the team would be doubled and I would not be well received.8:40 am We arrive at a large caf which is not open to the public today. We present our free pass and I am driven to the bottom of the cafe. A woman with a briefcase almost as big as me is sitting and scream at me about my ten minutes late. I try as I can explain myself by showing him my schedule but it does not seem calm her. She looks in her notebook and takes a minute out of the room. She comes back with a dress identical to the one I tried and have to wear this afternoon. The woman throws the dress at me and asks me to put it on so she can finally start her work. I look for a corner where to change but she takes my arm and said: "If you are a professional model then you are not ashamed of your body and you can change anywhere. Now pass this dress and quickly. You're not the only girl today who needs my services. "Very embarrassed, I remove my blouse, my skirt and knowing that I have to wear this dress without a bra, I also remove it while there has a lot of people around. This black evening dress is pretty mesmerizing and refined. Chiffon and silk with muslin details beaded and pearly thread, puffed sleeves remind me of the blouse I wore before. The bottom of the dress is quite short, stopping above mid-thigh and in principle I will wear it with black pumps, a heel height of five centimeters decorated with fake diamonds and sewn also pearly and black thread . The only negative point of this dress is not really one but I think I'm still very modest in front of a real crowd and this outfit leaves half of my breasts apparent.Once the dresscoated, I stand in front of her and begin a painful ordeal. Sunglasses? No sun glasses. A black rose with its thorns still present in the hair? Not rose, it will finally not come out enough and does not suit the aesthetics of the dress. A fake tattoo around the eye? No more and she removes my makeup violently. I have the impression that it tears my skin. In the end, at 9:45 am, after choosing the tattoo representing a vertical black swan around the eye, I get dressed and she invites me to clear off quickly, telling me that I made her lose too much time.I join Cindy who stayed at the entrance of the cafe, I put on my sunglasses, my cap and then we run back to the palace of Tokyo. Unfortunately, journalists and visitors have already arrived and I am wasting a lot of time crossing this crowd that I find today very embarrassing. We still manage to pass and here I am backstage returns, this time to find me the appropriate hairstyle.10:25 am The wait is a little long but I look at the other girls who are currently in the hands of these impressive hair sculptors. A minute, a hairstyle. Of course I'm exaggerating but their speed and dexterity is impressive. Their fingers move very quickly but the hairstyles they make are superb.10:35 am A hairdresser, comes to me, pulls me by the hand and pushes me in a seat to start his work without waiting a second. I start with very simple hairstyles and a little childlike like a ponytail, twintail, then he tries a bun up and down but nothing suits him. Then he untangles my hair, moistens them and finally plaster them with a comb on which he put the gel beforehand. It does not suit him, of course, so shampoo, dry and we start again. Then comes the moment to buckle them and put them on one side only. He looks at me in the mirror, retouches my hair a little, goes past me and hides my bangs under my other hair. He taps once in his hands and invites me to go elsewhere as he heads for another girl.00.15 am I already tried the dress two and a half weeks ago and the Fitting was also done on it so this time it should not be too long.00:25 am I put the dress as I can in this swarm of girl who advance, move, come and go but no one speaks because no one does not have time. We are all affected by the stress of time that passes because it's a race against the clock. I undress and put on the dress and see that everything is fine. I smile thinking that I will have time to eat a sandwich that I prepared this morning but I feel someone who makes me turn around on me even, holding me by the shoulders. She asks me to go to the right and get measured because according to this woman, there would be a problem. I can not see how I could have grown up in two weeks but I obey and directs me to the person who is responsible for weighing us and judging our size. Result 5,82 feet and it's not good for a day like this. I come back, report but the woman says nothing and starts working here and there on the dress. It's so long, so long, my feet are starting to hurt me, to stay in place with these high-heeled pumps.1:35 Fitting done and I leave for a ride to the hairdresser that lasts no more than two minutes while I remake at the same time the fake tattoo.1:45 pm We are headed to the entrance of the catwalk. My running order is the number fifteen. Stress rises more and more and I discover during Fashion Week the true universe of models who are real professionals. I will not lie, I became quite famous thanks to an unexpected event. Thanks to the cops who arrested me, could I say. Although my photos were very popular with professionals in the field, I was still not a true professional and I am more aware of that today. My performance in the movie has also served me a lot but has nothing to do with the world of fashion. Breathe Lisa and concentrate. You've repeated what you have to do, how you have to walk, and what expression to give to your face so often that you can not go wrong. This is the first pass of the day and I will have two more later, I must at all costs take this one as a reference.2:10 pm Electronic music sounds in the room, I'm told "go there," and I start walking on the catwalk. I see all this people comfortably seated watching me. Customers, actresses, businessmen, editors and journalists of major magazines and I keep moving forward. My chin is up, my eyes express anger and my mouth closed without a smile. Walk fast but but with a light and flexible step. On the catwalk I forget the people who look at me and think only of my personnal fashion show. When I reach the end, I turn my head to the left, then turn back quickly, taking a support on my right foot. This passage is the hardest because with high heels, it is very easy to twist your ankle and fall but it passes and I go in the other direction. Yes, back in the hallway. A big sister smiles at me and assures me that I have done very well my show. I smile back, thankful for his kindness because apart from it, no one has spoken to me since this morning among the models. I do not complain about this treatment because it's the general atmosphere here, nobody talks to anyone. Each one does what she has to do and ignores the other.05:55 pm After my first fashion show comes the second. A new accessory, a new hairstyle, a pair of pants, jacket, blouse and it's gone again.06h50 pm Fashion show number three. No change in the outfit but a different hairstyle, it was the last passage of the day and now souvenir photo. Finally the day comes to an end.08h50 pm We hardly reach the apartment where I go to bed on my way home exhausted but very satisfied with myself.
