Me and Annie sit opposite each other tapping on our macs amongst all the piles of stuff we need to sort out and a huge bar of chocolate that neither of us can snap cause it’s too hard. A right tease. Anyway, today’s real mission was to get everything sorted for a photo shoot tomorrow for the new Marani Lookbook Pre-Collection AW 2010/11. There was pairs of socks and shoes everywhere, bags and receipts lay scattered all over and I had dry cleaning to be taken and fetched in prep. Not to mention the coffee run, post office run and all the time trying not to get lost and try to communicate in their language. Stress.
Vanessa is styling the shoot tomorrow you see, which is going to be done in a studio nearby first thing. That’s why everything had to be done and dusted by the end of the day. The photographer is called Kacper Kasprzyk and we’re using a beautiful model from IMG called Ali. After some last minute run rounds, Annie found the last pair of shoes we needed and the green light went on. Come our call time at 9am, bob’s our stylish uncle.
My concentration was a little all over the place today. Just next door to us is a model booking agency and in between the oo’s and arrr’s I can hear a mixture of French, American and English voices. The models come to the main door so its my job to let them in with my best ‘bonjour’ and my kissy kisses. They all looked so nervous in their code black jeans and staple vest tops as I walk them through to the casting room. I try to copy their walk sometimes on my way back to my desk. Not exactly the same with my little pins. Bless them girls though. I think people give models a rough time to be honest. The poor pretties spend their days running around from casting to casting just to have to be inspected by a bunch of people that might or might not think they’re ‘beautiful’ when they almost always are anyway. I would have cast them all today, bar one. Meow.
The afternoon flew by and the office was lit up with lamps in true Parisian style as soon as the wintery sun dissopeared. As the office cleared out and we packed up our things, I realized how big my list of to-do’s is for tomorrow. I am loaded with passwords and codes and a key of my own and my diary is full of scribbles and post-it notes. I didn’t want to forget anything, so literally wrote everything and everything down. Even peoples names with teeny little drawings I doodled so when I make the tea in true intern form, they’ll think I’m a sweetie for remembering.
Overall, as far as first days go though, I think it was grand. I need to master the spiral staircase and must learn to ask for milk in my coffee but other than that I think this internship suits me pretty much down to a tee. On the way home I got a bottle of wine and met Isobelle back at the flat, she’d bought me a little stool so I can sit out on my balcony and people watch when I’m bored. There’s a row of mopeds lined up outside our apartment owned by some very bonny French boys that ride around on them. Fingers crossed one of them will offer me a ride to work one day soon if I keep the smiling up.
Bon Nuit. xxx
