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Post by --- Isabel Abi van der Woodsen on Jun 7, 2009 3:00:44 GMT -5
Izzy was mainly hired for bikini modeling, she wasn't all that editorial yet and she didn't get booked all that many shoots for none comercial work. It was starting to get a little boring, standing in bikini's and doing the same sort of poses over and over. So it was a relief when he agent told her she would be doing a shoot in Time's square for an up and coming designer.
She was all dolled up with huge black lashes that didn't do much to hide the bright yellow eyeshadow. Her lips were a lush pink and her hair had extentions in it to make it bigger and more exstravigant. She hardly looked like herself in the mirror and she almost laughed at the way she looked but held it in, she didn't want to insult the makeup and hair artists or the designer who was snooping around too.
Editorials were so much more dramatic and wild than the ones she was used to and she loved it, she was a bit dramatic as it was so she should be good at embracing the moment. Her favorite part of her job wasn't the shoots at all mind you, she was a runway lover. The rush she got when she strutted her stuff down that flashing strip was like nothing else, again, she only usually did bikini and laundre work but she loved it none the less.
Her manager was late, as usual and arrived behind her make up chair breathing heavily like he'd just ran a marathon "Sorry I'm late sugar, you all set?" he breathed.
Izzy just smiled and shook her head a little, "Yep, perfect, no thats to you." she smiled, she'd known the guy since she moved to New York and she didn't expect anything more. He turned to walk away before she turned on her chair to look at him "Oh, Bill, whos shooting anyway?" but he'd already gone past hearing distance and her voice was drowned out by a little french man shouting orders in a language she really hadn't grasped that well in school. "Oh crud." she mumbled under her breath as she waited impatiently for her call.
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