RP WITH amodelpa | London Fashion Scene
Braden knew he was one of those model who just really didn't fit in the world he was hovering in, and probably never would. That didn't mean he didn't enjoy it, it just meant he wasn't parading around photoshoots demanding all sorts of shit like his other model colleagues. In fact, more often than not, the photographer mistook him for a delivery boy, or a janitor, or one even thought he was a thief eyeing off his expensive camera equipment.
So far, he had only done his shoots in Edinburgh or Glasgow. This London scene felt even more... trendy, and Braden felt even more out of place as he arrived at the studio. He hovered in the doorway, dressed simply in jeans and a Hearts football strip. There were people rushing around all the over the place and Braden tried to spot a familiar face to alert them to the fact he was here, and on time so no one reefed him a new arsehole for poor time management skills. As he waited, he tried not to let his mind turn to Kenzie. It was hard, though. Now that the dust had settled, Braden was just left feeling bewildered and like he had lost a good friend.
As he eyed the set he was supposed to be shooting on, his stomach flipped over a little nervously. It was done up like a beach scene with lots of skimpy models getting around in bikinis. Was he supposed to be doing swimwear? No one mentioned swimwear. Leather, they mentioned leather. Where did leather fit on a beach?
So far, he had only done his shoots in Edinburgh or Glasgow. This London scene felt even more... trendy, and Braden felt even more out of place as he arrived at the studio. He hovered in the doorway, dressed simply in jeans and a Hearts football strip. There were people rushing around all the over the place and Braden tried to spot a familiar face to alert them to the fact he was here, and on time so no one reefed him a new arsehole for poor time management skills. As he waited, he tried not to let his mind turn to Kenzie. It was hard, though. Now that the dust had settled, Braden was just left feeling bewildered and like he had lost a good friend.
As he eyed the set he was supposed to be shooting on, his stomach flipped over a little nervously. It was done up like a beach scene with lots of skimpy models getting around in bikinis. Was he supposed to be doing swimwear? No one mentioned swimwear. Leather, they mentioned leather. Where did leather fit on a beach?