So. I feel this intense need to blog about this shit, so here you cats and kittens go.
Yesterday was the Lady Gaga Pre Concert fashion party, and yours truly did makeup for it. Sadly, it was a little boring because the designer wanted natural makeup, but whatever, it was fun. I met up with a few models from the previous show that I worked on, and it was all this big happy giggle fest.
At the previous show, the (male) designer asked me to do his eyeliner, and I happily obliged. I haven't been even relatively near someone who has models who wear his clothes that HE designed and created, so I was a little nervous. He picked up on this, and little did I know he was going to take advantage of it.
Yesterday he was at my school with his models again, seeing as he had his line showing at the Gaga show as well. He saw me and my bright red hair, flagged me down, and told me what a great job I did. He didn't do this to anyone else, but I thought that was just because maybe he didn't recognize them, and well. I'm pretty easy to remember. He asked if I would do his hair, but I was horribly busy doing other things, so I ended up asking what kind of clothes he had in his line. He gave me his business card, told me about his clothes, and then I scampered away. 20 minutes later I was observing hair done on one of his models, and he came up behind me and again complimented the makeup I did, and then said something weird about facebook and facebook status's changing. I don't know. Well here's the kicker, folks. I was with my girl Lauren at the show, he comes up to me and stares at me with this huge scary grin for about oh. 2 minutes. And then says, "Yeah, I should be backstage right now, I have models walking in about 15 minutes. But I'm not. Frankly, I'm only good at one thing. You had better be careful, because you might just fall in love with me after this." At this point, he used his hands to make lewd suggestive symbols indicating sex. Charming. I'm very, very uncomfortablely giggling in fear, and when I had thought he had gone he comes up behind me, puts his paw on my shoulder, gets really close, and whispers, "Hey, find me after the show, let's meet up and you can tell me what you thought of my line"
*SHUDDER*
Creepiest mother fucking thing ever. Needless to say, I scarpered out of there as fast as I could after the show was over and I could leave. That fucker crossed a damn line doing that.
But enough with the creepy stuff. Tomorrow is a huge huge huge fashion show we are putting on that lasts ALL day. I'm cleaning my brushes and getting everything ready, I'm so stoked. I'm going to look like such a fox you guys, and I promise to post pics.
Tell me about your guys's creepiest people experiences!
Yesterday was the Lady Gaga Pre Concert fashion party, and yours truly did makeup for it. Sadly, it was a little boring because the designer wanted natural makeup, but whatever, it was fun. I met up with a few models from the previous show that I worked on, and it was all this big happy giggle fest.
At the previous show, the (male) designer asked me to do his eyeliner, and I happily obliged. I haven't been even relatively near someone who has models who wear his clothes that HE designed and created, so I was a little nervous. He picked up on this, and little did I know he was going to take advantage of it.
Yesterday he was at my school with his models again, seeing as he had his line showing at the Gaga show as well. He saw me and my bright red hair, flagged me down, and told me what a great job I did. He didn't do this to anyone else, but I thought that was just because maybe he didn't recognize them, and well. I'm pretty easy to remember. He asked if I would do his hair, but I was horribly busy doing other things, so I ended up asking what kind of clothes he had in his line. He gave me his business card, told me about his clothes, and then I scampered away. 20 minutes later I was observing hair done on one of his models, and he came up behind me and again complimented the makeup I did, and then said something weird about facebook and facebook status's changing. I don't know. Well here's the kicker, folks. I was with my girl Lauren at the show, he comes up to me and stares at me with this huge scary grin for about oh. 2 minutes. And then says, "Yeah, I should be backstage right now, I have models walking in about 15 minutes. But I'm not. Frankly, I'm only good at one thing. You had better be careful, because you might just fall in love with me after this." At this point, he used his hands to make lewd suggestive symbols indicating sex. Charming. I'm very, very uncomfortablely giggling in fear, and when I had thought he had gone he comes up behind me, puts his paw on my shoulder, gets really close, and whispers, "Hey, find me after the show, let's meet up and you can tell me what you thought of my line"
*SHUDDER*
Creepiest mother fucking thing ever. Needless to say, I scarpered out of there as fast as I could after the show was over and I could leave. That fucker crossed a damn line doing that.
But enough with the creepy stuff. Tomorrow is a huge huge huge fashion show we are putting on that lasts ALL day. I'm cleaning my brushes and getting everything ready, I'm so stoked. I'm going to look like such a fox you guys, and I promise to post pics.
Tell me about your guys's creepiest people experiences!
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yeah. that seems like AGES ago. lol
gonna have to say, every time spring rolls around i miss track. good times were had. for sure