So I just did a fashion show for Nike, that I'm not suppose to talk about, because the first rule of Nike's Fashion Show is you don't talk about Nike's Fashion Show. In the show we had several different looks (up to 8) assigned to us and had about 2-3 minutes to change into a set of super-tight ass football gear (complete with pads & cleats that were tighter than a virgin on prom night) between each routine, and every time we went back out on stage it was called "Pass 1", "Pass 2", "Pass 3", etc. We were all assigned a dresser, a person to help us change into the outfits quicker and set each outfit up for us, at one point I had 3 people trying to stuff my foot into the shoe, I felt bad for the shoe. The rehearsal and fitting were two 10 hour days, and on third day was the show. After many rehearsals, we managed to fuck up the choreography in most of them, but the show actually went great. By now, I should probably also mention that I talk, kick, and do weird shit in my sleep (it'll make sense damnit, keep reading!), so the morning after the show, I woke up thinking that I am between Pass 4 & Pass 5 and I have to do a quick outfit change, I guess sometime during my sleep I took the pillowcase off my pillow and when I woke up I was trying to put the pillowcase over my head thinking it was my next outfit change. I was so confused and frustrated that it didn't fit, going "Goddamnit! This is not my Pass 5 outfit, it's a fucking pillow case!" and still thinking I have about 2 minutes left to change, I kept looking around the room and started getting angry at my dresser for leaving me with a fucking pillowcase instead of the outfit I'm suppose to be wearing. So I waited, sitting there in silence - mad, thinking I'm going to screw up the entire show and slowly realizing I'm actually home. I hate you Fashion Week.
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So I just did a fashion show for Nike, that I'm not suppose to talk about, because the first rule of Nike's Fashion Show is you don't talk about Nike's Fashion Show. In the show we had several different looks (up to 8) assigned to us and had about 2-3 minutes to change into a set of super-tight ass football gear (complete with pads & cleats that were tighter than a virgin on prom night) between each routine, and every time we went back out on stage it was called "Pass 1", "Pass 2", "Pass 3", etc. We were all assigned a dresser, a person to help us change into the outfits quicker and set each outfit up for us, at one point I had 3 people trying to stuff my foot into the shoe, I felt bad for the shoe. The rehearsal and fitting were two 10 hour days, and on third day was the show. After many rehearsals, we managed to fuck up the choreography in most of them, but the show actually went great. By now, I should probably also mention that I talk, kick, and do weird shit in my sleep (it'll make sense damnit, keep reading!), so the morning after the show, I woke up thinking that I am between Pass 4 & Pass 5 and I have to do a quick outfit change, I guess sometime during my sleep I took the pillowcase off my pillow and when I woke up I was trying to put the pillowcase over my head thinking it was my next outfit change. I was so confused and frustrated that it didn't fit, going "Goddamnit! This is not my Pass 5 outfit, it's a fucking pillow case!" and still thinking I have about 2 minutes left to change, I kept looking around the room and started getting angry at my dresser for leaving me with a fucking pillowcase instead of the outfit I'm suppose to be wearing. So I waited, sitting there in silence - mad, thinking I'm going to screw up the entire show and slowly realizing I'm actually home. I hate you Fashion Week.
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Oh Anton, nice pic! burt next time let us see your beautiful face too...
I read you got married with a Mexicane girl, is it true?
Best wishes from an admirer of you!
LOL! If you've seen some of the other shows, pillow cases were the new black.
Haha! I think you should design a maiseu-badass-pillowcase for Nike to premiere on the next fashion week. Something you could wear nonchalantly, if ever Nike gets about pillowcases...
haha, well there was another time where we wanted to prank the show because our choreographer said we were walking looking tired (after having 1 meal in 10 hours, what do you expect), and lazy, he's like "you guys gotta walk and show that you have some balls, walk strong", so we wanted to walk out with out pants down (15 guys), but we probably wouldn't get booked again, ahha it'd be an epic show though.
No I didn't get married, where are you reading these rumors, unless it's posted on this blog, don't believe anything. :)
@ Anton: so, please, all of us read your blog with some news from you. Keep in touch, and update your blog too, if you have some news please!
It seems models have all sorts of things to go through, Anton! But you made it. Take care of yourself and relax some!
~ Volker
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