Specialties

Life is funny. Do you believe in fate? Things happening for a reason? Coincidences? I’m sure you’re all saying, geez…is she going to go on another one of her pseudo philosophical rants about purpose and whatever it is that she tends to rant about. If you had one question to be answered, what would it be? I may be questioning why exactly I’m sitting in my hotel room on a Saturday night watching Cuban salsa dancing competitions with German commentators…they have legs of steel honestly. So much for that pseudo philosophical rant…sorry about that. I do seem to be constantly overcome with coincidence and opportunity though. Does it happen to everyone, or do I just notice? I’m not one to say I’m particularly special, but it makes one wonder if they’re alone in their experiences. Which is silly of course, due to how many billions of tiny humans are living on this earth, there is no doubt it’s been done before, happened to someone else before and no, you’re not alone therefore making you special. Nice illusion though. I’ve been pondering a bit though about what I really want out of this whole life thing. I know what I’m striving for, I just don’t know why or what I want out of it. My goodness sorry for my funny little incident stories have now turned deep and thoughtful. And no I haven’t been drinking. Alright…so story for the day I guess, I’m in Essen and there’s a big runway show at the end of this weekend convention thing and like the little sneaker I am, I get myself into the model reception etc etc and get myself into a party last night convincing them I’m modeling for the show blah blah. So today I’m going to get myself a backstage pass because well…we all need one of those. I was heading down the stairs to find the guy in charge to fit me with a designer and give him some delightful story as to why I don’t have one already. On my way down the stairs a designer comes running up to me, and mistaking me for the shows stage director, Kumi ([namedrop] she’s an internationally acclaimed model who also happens to be bald but wears wigs all the time) Tells me that one of her models dropped out and needed me to find her a new one. Well I told her I wasn’t Kumi, but I was an available model, and well we all lived happily ever after, and I was able to bop along and get myself a backstage pass. The end- time for bed! Okay…and a few pictures…

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