I went to my first fashion show yesterday. I thought it was going to be easy - a 1 or 2 hour bus ride, quick in-and-out at some party, and then back home.
Nah.
I was on a bus for 4+ hours just to get to this thing. The bus was overcrowded, and some people had to stand. The A/C worked intermittently, and the seats were rusted and filthy. Some people had B.O. that drifted in my direction every so often. Still, I mostly slept.
When I got to this thing, it seemed to be an opening party for a new apartment complex (that wasn't yet finished). There were dancers, a band, and four other models. Of them, I'm the shortest (175 vs. general 180cm) and probably least European looking. I also can't do runway. But you know what? It didn't really matter.
All of the foreigners performing last night were the least talented people there (though I will provide a quick slam to the Chinese dancers absolutely destroying the can-can). You can't sing? No problem -- we just need a foreigner to fill a quota/somehow express uppity social status.
I can't even call catwalking a performance. If anything, have a damn pageant or something.
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