Today
Castings: 6
Castings where asked to walk: 3
Castings where asked to try on clothes: 2
Distance walked, in km: 0.5 + 1.3 + 1.3 + 0.2 + 1 + 0.2 + 1.5 + 0.3 + 3.6 + 0.4
Number of different Metro stations glimpsed: 18
Metro lines traveled: 1, 11, 9, 3
Number of times lost: 1, on way to last casting
Models skinnier than myself: N-2, where N is the total number of models at the castings
Quantity of biscuits eaten by over two dozen models at last casting: 3/4 carton
Quantity of pretzels consumed: less than 1/8 carton
Number who ate a slice of the pizza offered: 2
Number of models with recognisable faces: 0
Number of models with recognisable names:
1
Number of models who wore short shorts over black tights with heels: 6, including me
I’d never worn shorts over tights before, and had been saving the outfit because I thought it would be special. I spent far too much of the day tugging at a small hole in the tights to try and make the hole sit above the hem of the shorts.
It was a tough day. I need to drop the inches that have crept back on to my hip and waistlines (after being plied by long lunches at In N Out and
Desperate Housewives-marathon snacks of oven fries and mayonnaise straight from the jar, those lengthening bastards) and I have to make my walk look, well, better. Nothing is free about this trip: My agency is advancing me the cost of my flight, my lodgings, living expenses, the cost of my handy book of maps, even the cost of François, but today I met The Accountant, the person who’s writing all the costs down and will be taking all of every check I earn until I get out of the red. (Advances for these kind of expenses are standard in modeling, and I knew before I came that I was inviting the possibility of leaving Paris indebted in more than one sense to my agency.) But the gut fear of not seeing a paycheque for months, and having of necessity to travel and amass more debt in that time, is real enough.
But I’m still in Paris.
And this is worth coming back to.
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