Thursday, September 6, 2012

VISION CASTING

We did it again, hope you Enjoy this one.


I sat slowly sipping a cup of steaming hot coffee at the patio seating of my favorite coffee house clearing my mind. I was meeting a perspective client in an hour, my nerves a little on edge, which was a good thing keeping me on my A-game. The thoughts running in my head ranged from the numbers, facts, and clients we as a studio had been able to attract. There was also the number of campaigns we had put together. In another part of my mind was the constant battle to keep at bay the fears, doubts, and securities I had about my life and life choices.

The caffeine in the coffee hadn’t yet hit me yet, as from where I was sitting I watched two Asian women walk up to the coffee house patio. Now, in even another part of my mind, the game was on. The game was to figure out the nationality of the two Asian women that walked up, maybe a bit racist, but it was my own personal fetish and I couldn’t help it. I discreetly watched them settle in placing their essentials they were carrying on the table. They were both carrying iphones with black cases. One had a Burberry purse she opened, and I could see she had an old school disposable camera inside.



I took another drink of the still hot coffee. The client I was to meet was looking to reinvent their company, once a global youthful brand. Over the years, their sales and audiences took a down turn. We were asked to come on and reenergize and re-develop the lagging brand.

Korean, I thought in my head, as the phone of one of the girls went off, catching my attention. They were now set up with a Mac laptop to the WIFI and were fervently working and messaging on their phones. One was dressed in a navy floral patterned summer dress with a brown leather braided belt cinched at her waist, embellished sandals, and black-rimmed coke bottle cap spectacles. The other seated with her legs crossed, wore a pair of jeans shorts, a tribal print top that formed to her torso, as she looked into a purple Land’s End tote bag. Both girls had their raven colored hair tied up in a bun. I couldn’t make up my mind on where they were from, watching the one in jean shorts, examining her unpainted toes, and looking up from her phone just for that moment.

I was just about finished with my coffee feeling good about the upcoming client meeting. Securing this account would be monumental, and it would also make us a global production company, more than just a production studio. Some tried to degrade our success by calling us “Kidults”. We embraced that and really thought growing up was a trap and we, I, wanted no part of the “old way” of thinking.



I sipped my coffee down to just about the last drop, intent in savoring the moments before I turned on the charm and power of persuasion. I laughed as my mind was now saying “Chinese”, as I overheard the two girls talking. I couldn’t be sure they were speaking Chinese, but it was another un-informed guess. The cute red headed barista called out, “Ruth”, and the Asian girl in the navy dress went up to the counter and grabbed a drink and a pastry, bringing it back to the table. The two girls split the sweet delicacy.

The caffeine rush was now hitting me, and I was unconsciously tapping my foot in a nervous pattern. Now was the time to walk back to the studio and burn off some of the buzz and do the final prep for the client meeting. I took the last drink of my coffee got up from the table, and began to walk the three lovely blocks back to the studio, which was a matter of a few minutes away. I was dressed in a green YSL cashmere knit sweater, Diesel jeans, black Diesel invasion sneakers, and my special gold Rolex on my left wrist. I shielded my eyes with a pair of classic Ray Bans, going back on my previous decision of thinking the two girls were Chinese, thinking now that they were Japanese.



I began walking at a faster pace, the excitement of pitching my studio capabilities gave me a bit of a hard on. I checked just to make sure I wasn’t pitching a noticeable tent on State Street. When out of the crowd of people ahead of me came a vision of beauty walking toward me. I, to this day, I don't know what drew my attention, be it the color contrast of her dress against her terracotta color skin, or the way she glided in and out of the crowd. She walked, coming ever closer to me closer to me. I’m sure our eyes met behind shaded lenses, as her head turned with a little hitch bouncing her blonde locks into the calm breeze kicking up. The closer she got, the more details I picked up from her. She wore a canary yellow silk Chloe dress, light blue suede Giuseppe Z heels, and carried a white Hermes vintage leather tote. She had easily walked into my line of sight, and the closer she got, she walked into my heart. I thought about stopping her and complementing her on her gorgeous dress. Yet, if we actually started a conversation, I knew my focus would be lost for the meeting I was so wrapped up in. I felt like the Universe was working in my favor, synchronicity to the max, but this would be the cherry on top.




She kept walking down the sidewalk toward me. It was inevitable we’d cross paths at this point, but then I got a message on my phone. Grabbing my iphone from my jean pocket I see that the message was my assistant Nicole, informing me the client had arrived at the studio. Time I guess wasn’t on my side in this encounter. She was less than half a block ahead of me. She moved with power and grace looking like a Jake Davis Test shot. She was now in front of me. I tipped down my Ray Bans, showing my eyes looking directly at her as she walked by, mouthing the words DAAAMMN! She saw me, I was sure, but she kept walking. I turned and watched her walk off admiring the switch in her walk; it was everything I expected it to be.



I pulled my thoughts together, walking into the studio greeted by Nicole holding the portfolio I had set up for the client. I began walking to the conference room and Nicole informed me the client had stepped out to take a call. I was more than ready, and with time now on my side, I sat at the conference table briefly looking over my notes in the portfolio like the waning moments before a final exam. Nicole came back into the room followed by a middle-aged man in a grey suit and then with another man maybe a bit younger, in a navy pinstriped suit. I wondered who these two men were, since I was expecting a middle aged woman with a Hillary Clinton pant suit or some kind of dress to make her look younger. I shook the hands of the two men introducing myself and finally asking, “So where is Mrs. Arguello?” The man in the pinstriped suit, who introduced himself as a lawyer, corrected me by saying, “You mean Ms. Arguello/” I looked at Nicole and then at the portfolio in front of me. Everything we had was Mrs. Arguello; did we make a mistake right off the bat?



So I went with it. “So where is Ms. Arguello?” The man in the grey suit who introduced himself as an accountant, chimed in, “She should be back shortly. She went for a cup of coffee.” Both men explained that Ms. Arguello is a fan of the coffee house down the street and that where they were from, they had to import, it and seeing it a real brick and mortar shop, she couldn’t resist. I told the men I loved the place as well and that I was just there, a funny thing. I looked the two men over sizing them up a little, the only mishap thus far the Mrs. or Ms. Arguello, which got me really thinking about who this lady was. And then she walked in a cup of coffee to go and a pouch of coffee beans in her hand. It was the woman passed on my way here. I was stunned. With my jaw slack, I managed to stand, as she put the pouch of beans on the table. “Sorry I’m late,” she said. I reached out to shake her elegant hand. She winked at me and mouthed the words DAAAMMN! We then sat down, and she sat directly in front of me without breaking eye contact, synchronicity was on time.              


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