I'm In Between But Way More Fresher

Okay so what you do when you are a stylist on a photo or video shoot is that you get some info from a client and then you go shopping and buy a gang of shit. Clothing, shoes, accessories. Thousands of dollars worth of shit. And you put all of it on your credit card.

And then you show it to your client. You maybe have fittings, where you dress the talent up in the outfits you've picked out and the client goes, "I like that. I don't like that." And you make adjustments and decisions. And then you have your outfits.

But you've bought way more than you need. So then you have to return everything that isn't part of an outfit you are using for the project.

Note: If your budget is big enough you can make a deal with a large store, basically rent a gang of shit and don't pay a dime walking out. But you agree to buy at least 20% of it, so either way they make a killing.

But usually you have to return everything that you didn't use on the set. And stores don't like that much. So you have to play it off like you're not a stylist, or working for one. Or whatever.

But I'm skipping. Ahead.

I'm away from home. Not very far at all, just staying out East for a shoot for this project I'm working on. And the budget is really small, so I agreed to assist the stylists cause I thought once upon a time that I might like to do that.

Pro: getting paid to be fresh
Pro: meeting a bunch of cute people, sometimes famous
Con: really? politics?
Con: getting treated like a rookie til you get your fame

Today I decided I'm not into it. There's this huge pecking order and I am nobody's bottom of the totem pole. Ew.

Plus there are the returns.

That was my job today. I went to a gang of stores in this empty ass town returning clothes to people and waiting patiently while they counted and sorted handbags, shoes, jewelry, hosiery, outerwear, pants, tops and dresses.

And in the end? No richer. No smarter. But a way better liar.

Since I was returning so much stuff I had to make up stories. For some people it was a one word answer, with others there was so much stuff that I had to drag it out. The farthest I got was that I'm a personal assistant to some rich trophy wife who makes a great martini but is really really bored. So she goes out shopping, buys gangs of shit, takes it home to try on for her husband and then gives me whatever he doesn't like. I return it.

Oh and. Sometimes she buys him stuff too, and when that doesn't work out I return that as well.

Blazing hot in this town today. I'm quietly hoping for something really exciting and good to happen. Wish me luck.


Oh and PS:

In any situation, if you have the choice between being a Furley or a Roper. ALWAYS opt for Furley. Always. No one wants anyone giving them the business about their loud parties. And everyone loves a swinger with a collection of fly shirts.

I'm just saying. These are our daily options. We owe it to the whole wide world to choose wisely.