To all my friends who think that I'm on vacations in Paris and I'm paid for it:
No, they don't pay you for going to castings.
Yes, you need to go to MANY castings to get a single job.
Yes, they pay you for standing on stage in high heels (jobs). But this happens only after a good run around the city in Nike runs (castings).
And yes, after whole day of dealing with clothes you must be insane to spend the rest of it on shopping.
And this is why the other day, just for the sake of our mental health, we decided with beautiful Magdalena Fiolka to forget about shopping and visit a museum. All in all, sales in Galerie Lafayette can wait.
And it was fun, because, c'mon, how many hours a day can a man talk about garments? Isn't it nicer to wonder from time to time how Jackson Pollock was moving while painting his pieces?
Jackson Pollock, Untitled (Silver over black white red and yellow), 1948
I bet he danced better than Jagger. As a shaman or something. In a trance, but not fury. Completely concentrated like a ballerina. Physically, efortlessly. And what do you think?