♥ tip toes ♥

Okay. I think this is the first time I have sat down properly all day. I have ugly feet anyway so figure they pretty much deserve to hurt for that alone. Yak. I can’t believe I’m still thinking, talking and now blogging about feet because I have had a monster of a day trying to find the perfect pair for our model.

Am I even making sense? I feel like my head is away with the fairies. Hell broke loose in my fashion heaven this morning when my phone rang before I’d even made it to the office. It was Annie. It’s always Annie. I don’t really use my phone too much over here because being a struggling intern I can’t afford the sky high bills. So when I hear it ring-a-ding-ding, I know something is
a) wrong
b) needs doing
c) has changed and needs re-doing

I was not expecting the problem to be socks. The thing is, the shoot had kicked off early and the socks we’d taken weren’t right. Being an assistant is demanding, the stylist requires everything, in record time, in every colour available as and when she requests it. So I set off in a hurry to find the shop Annie had given me instructions to pick up from. What a mission. Paris is way smaller than London and easy on foot but when every street has the same pretty Parisian buildings its really hard.
My street map is my new bible and thank God it didn’t let me down today.

I found the shop and chose four different styles of four different colours of four different socks. Somehow hailed down a taxi with all of my bags to take me out of the city centre and up towards the North of Paris. The shoot was in a studio tucked away behind huge old wooden doors that reminded me of The Secret Garden. I did not find a peaceful garden full of flowers though, I found madness. Models. Photographers. Rails of clothes. Rows of shoes. And a load of people i didn't know or have time to get to know. The tall pretty IMG model posed perfectly in position as a handful of trendies all scurryied around her. I tip toed in with my delivery and handed the bags over to Vanessa. She thanked me and gave me kisses. I blinked and she was gone again.

I didn’t stick around for long because I had piles of stuff to do back at the office so hopped on the Metro, stopping for a quick lunch on route. A safe salad. There was nobody much in the office when i got back, the girls next door were still doing model castings for fashion week so I took advantage of having all that space to myself. For like two minutes i pretended it was all mine but then the phone rang and i remembered i am a little far off having my own office, yet.

I whacked The Smiths on and got my head down and three hours absolutely whizzed by. After the shoot, we had tonnes of returns to do. Everything has to go back to it’s lender exactly as it came to us. So out came the tape and boxes and off came the flakes of my nail polish and on my knees I got. The grubby job of returns is one all interns have to do but when that last bag is gone, my god it feels good. I waved half off today and am hand delivering the rest tomorrow. I don't actually mind that part because its helping me get to know the city better. I am totally already in love with Paris after two days and i'm worried i won't ever want to come back to London....

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