lately

it should be like fred perry. the looks, cut, stitching, color, just everything. simple as it looks somehow its hard to achieve and it turns out messy.

all requirements are written there, right in the middle of page 4.

in the test shoot itself, there are 9 mistakes found and a decision to make. either to change the items or change the whole concept and theme.

would it be better to break that concept and create 5 different types of red? it will be hard though.

these days are too crazy, no time to rest. an apology was made. we did not play our roles.

dont blame anyone if the tailoring was bad. its the only thing that was available at that time.

the owner of sheep told not to speak a single word, a pitching session is useless, it just a waste of time.

waiting part is useless. the russian - jewish model never showed up.

brand name was unknown but it was familiar. is it the same spelling as the future to be editor in chief?

in the middle of the photo shoot, we decided to do something else like a lawyer. would it be bazaar enough?

the photo story and the concept has to be clear in the eyes of the audience. dont wanna stand there like a mannequin and go home failed.

it was a foolish decision to choose the berry print lingerie, its not high fashion at all. all of this is just a game, a game that we as the future fashion slaves have to play.

why it didnt work out? If only we chose the right concept and do everything in the right way from the beginning. if we did, we’re holding a glass of chardonnay by now. it wont kill to celebrate. But it was too late, we almost lost in the game and a little chance of surviving in this holyfashionbitchiness world.

inspirations from the other side of the world come and go. great ideas from uncle karl and mr. marc but giving up is the only thing to do because of limited resources.

all the members just want to quit and run away. can they make it? probably not.

we are all drowning in the pool of despair. so tired, so uninspired. so stressed that you just wanna dance in the field of hope. our heads is battling with our hearts, to make it through.

the presentation is in 2 week. get it done, make a good show, when the curtains closed its over. and then enjoy a great time in barbados.

unplanned and unprepared, take a shot for another pitching with nylon as the new muse of the project. hoping for a better result.

it will be a great mercy if the master smile. still confused and out of our minds. we need the view in the boulevard to clear our thoughts.

never knowing the how it will turn out, at least we are trying our best. it will hurt if the spread turns out flat.

believing that someday a guardian angel with a versace jumpsuit will come and guide us through.

or…

if i stumble and fall, i wont cry. give me a bullet and a gun. promise to kiss me before you say goodbye and i’ll smile for you in return. i’ll do it now, i’ll make it fast. with a white rose in my hand, i wish u the best of luck.

cheers,
-r-

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