Saturday was probably the most hectic day of my entire life. It was the Eva Minge fashion show, which going into, I had no idea what it entailed. The call time was 4:30pm, and the show was at 8, so being the naive little girl that I am, I assumed that meant I didn't actually have to start working until 4:30 and I'd be done once the show was over around 10.
Well, I was wrong once again.
I went to bed late friday night assuming I could sleep in on saturday and have some time to futz around-- no more assuming for me.
Saturday morning rolls around and at around 7:30 my phone starts going crazy. I wake up to not one, not two, but 14 text messages from Cesar. And they're not, "hey, what's up?" kind of messages, they're frantic, freaking out, end-of-the-(fashion)-world messages:
Cesar- Email Kieth Brewster, he's a fashion designer, send him the logos for the hair products and salon
Cesar- My agent forgot to do it they were due four hours ago
Me- You mean "Keith"? I don't want to spell his name wrong.
Cesar- No, it's Kieth.
I send the e-mail to this "Kieth" guy, who's a total diva and gets pissed easily. About two seconds later, I get another text from Cesar:
Cesar- my bad, its Kithe.
Perfect. I e-mailed a pretentious designer all these logos and I spelled his name wrong. Very professional, Caroline.
As soon as I'm done e-mailing and calling designers and stylists to make sure dates and times are correct, it's time to start running around the city like a crazy person. Keep in mind, the whole time I'm running from cab to building to cab to salon, I'm lugging a huge suitcase (luckily it's on wheels) that's overpacked with hair products. It's really awesome and convenient. Also, I planned really well and wore a light gray blouse that displayed my sweat stains beautifully.
Latest update from Cesar you wonder? Time to go to DopDop, drop off the suitcase, walk over to Indique Hair and pick up extensions, bring them back to DopDop where I'm meeting him, and head to the Eva Minge show at the Hudson Hotel. But when does anything go as planned?
I drop off the bag, pick up the hair, and wait, wait, wait for Cesar.
"I'm not going to make it to the salon. You have to meet me at the show. Call time is... was 15 minutes ago."
"Oh, by the way, I need you to bring the banner for the salon so we can hang it, and don't forget the products and the hair."
You're kidding me.
So now, I'm carrying my backpack that has both of our laptops, the rolling suitcase with tons of product, and a 6-foot banner. It's close to impossible. To make matters even better, there aren't any cabs available because they're all stuck across town in a 9/11 checkpoint. Finally I flag down a town car that charges me $40 for a 7-minute ride. I love when things go my way.
Once I finally got to the Hudson Hotel things started going smoother. We set up the stations pretty quickly and the hair styles were gorgeous--all the girls got long extensions and the hair was very soft and basic. It also helped that the models were laid back and there was a huge space so hair and make up didn't have to work on top of each other like they usually did. I would say it took a good three hours to have all 25ish models completely ready, but when they were done, they all looked stunning.
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| the hair team crowding around Cesar to see what they have to do for the show |
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| installing (is that the right word?) extensions |
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| makeup working on the girls |
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| Paul Miller working on a model |
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| finished product |
Usually, once all the hair is finished, the show beings, and we start cleaning up. Clean-up takes about the same amount of time as the show itself does, so we don't usually get to see the finished product or the models out on the floor. When we finished all the hair, I started to help with the cleaning when Cesar runs up to me, hands me a ticket, fixes my hair, and says, "get out there, you have a front row seat for the show-- I need pictures."
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| I have no idea who this is. But I think she looked important. |
Wait, what?
This was no joke. It was a legit show with celebrities sitting along the catwalks. Gucci suits and evening gowns were all around me, while I was wearing American Eagle jeans and an Old Navy shirt. I'm 100% content with my personal style, but I have to admit, I was extremely intimidated and felt pretty inferior.
After I picked my jaw up from the floor, I ran around in frantic circles for a few seconds grabbing my camera, some batteries and a bandaid (I have no idea why). He laughed at me and ushered me around the building to the front of the show. I found my seat and sat down and just stared in awe. I had time to frantically text a few people so I could share some of my excitement and then I just watched everything around me and waited for the show to begin.
It was an absolutely amazing experience that I would never have thought I'd be a part of. Who would've thought that I could love and be this passionate about something so different from what I've known or enjoyed. There's a lot more that went on in this crazy day, but unfortunately I don't have time right now to keep going. My next post will be part two of the craziest day of my life :)
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