The poor models at Louis Vuitton.
Update (07/11/14): This blew up and there were a lot of comments on the post and people messaging me to ask what happened. Since I’m not a runway model, I decided to ask one. I asked Kayley Chabot (whose résumé includes more than 100 shows in the four fashion capitals) if she had ever had to deal with uncomfortable shoes during fashion month, and here’s what she told me:
"The shoes are undoubtedly the worst part of fashion month. I’ve gone down the runway as my feet have been bleeding and torn apart from ridiculously small shoes. Almost every show I’ve ever done, the shoes have been much too small, either cutting off circulation and molding your foot to the shoe, or blisters and blood everywhere. Generally at the end of fashion month, I don’t recognize my own feet. They’re covered in blisters, cuts, everything. So yes, all of our feet look like that by the end of the month! (If a girl’s eyes look rather glossy during a show, she’s probably holding back tears.)”
So there you have it. Runway modeling may seem like a walk in the park, but it sounds like it can be a pretty excruciating, blister-filled walk.
Black Women in Love and Marriage
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so.. I got married yesterday!! it was freaking magical.
HOLY SHIT LOOK AT THE NOTES
do you ever just start thinking about sex and zone out for a couple of seconds and stare into space and then you come back and you’re like ah shit i hope no one realised i was thinking about sex just now
#disappointed glare at my boner for giving everything away
A little venting needed.
I fucking love my coworkers. They’re awesome, fun to work with, easy going, the whole nine yards.
I fucking hate my job. Its not that its hard, its really easy once you get the hang of it. What I hate is my fucking district manager. He’s such a fucking prick. Like seriously, if you have a problem, just say it! The dude will be super cool to your face, but blasts your ass to other people when you aren’t around. Like okay I’m sorry I’m not perfect and I had to smoke my fucking vape (which I had to buy because its a write up offense to smoke on work property) on my breaks a couple times, does that give you the right to bitch about me behind my back and let me find out a month later? Also, fuck you for writing me up for putting a customers full legal name on their loan when their car title only uses a middle initial. That’s bullshit and I hate it.
I’m just so sick of getting semi-comfortable here, then every month or so getting pushed back out of place.
Like I don’t think I ask for too much, but apparently upfront honesty is something these people can’t handle.