VISION CASTING

We got the invite as a studio a little late. With a resourceful staff and asking a few favors we were able to get a flight on a long time clients private G4 jet. This is the only way to fly as far as I am concerned. Then it was off to Paris for fashion week. I couldn’t keep from blasting the song by Jay Z and Kanye West about Paris eleven times in a row, as we packed for the trip and rushed to the airport.

We touched down in Paris and got settled in to where we’d be staying. It was amazing; it was the Mon Hotel Paris, a designer boutique hotel with classic luxury and vibrant atmosphere. I dropped a status post on FaceBook. It read, Made it safely to Paris, the hotel is amazing, can’t wait for the fun begin.   ...GO!!! I thought back to the days when all of this looked like it was just going to be just a hobby and I thanked the Universe and all the staff that has helped get to this point. I felt a good thing. We partied pretty well the first night at the hotel with Champagne and a good amount of French gourmet food. Our longtime client set us up really well in amazing Paris.

The next morning, no hangovers allowed. We set up and had breakfast as the French do. Our mission, cover the events of Paris fashion week from the fashion on the runway, designer interviews, model interviews, the after parties, and Paris in general, and as much as we could absorb.

The first runway we saw was one of our longtime staffers favorite designers. The designs down the runway incorporated gorgeous leggy models in chic short ruffled skirts and shorts.

The next runway we covered, the designer styled up women to look like men with neck and sleeve tattoos and this was a men’s clothing line. There was indeed an amount of comments on that runway.

I myself and another staffer took in a swimsuit and lingerie show that wasn’t overly couture or even that bizarre, but we both saw a couple models, one tight bodied black girl and a curvy blond with nice tits, we were able to interview and later party with.

Later that night, after a late dinner at this great restaurant called Agape, we got invited to a Paris nightclub, The Rex Club, where the guest Dj, Dj Baku from Japan was set to kill it hardcore, so we hung out. Being out, we ran into a lot of people we had met earlier that day, shit was incredible. About 1am some of the staffers headed back to the hotel with the help of our guide to start processing the coverage of the event, and then went to bed. The rest of us had a few more drinks, and met a great deal more people. Knowing this was going to be a week long of events and celebration we called it an earlier night than most as things were still going strong as we ducked out.

Later in the week with all the new connections we got invited, or those who were interested to join, to go for a drive. The guy doing the inviting was of medium height with red hair and a fiery demeanor, come to find out he was a wealthy Baron from Paris. We all had a hunch the Baron caught feelings for one of our female staffers, but hey if it gets us access. We met up at a raceway not far from a docked aircraft carrier. The Baron walked up to greet us with a confident smile, blatantly hugging on his infatuation, he informed us we be shredding the track in a trio of Lamborghini Aventador. One was red, one was white, and the other blue and they raced toward us and jerked to a quick stop in front of everyone. We all but passed out, the cars handled so well and so fast this was such a great trip.

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...GO!!!