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Nerves. I'm almost done with my project. I think. I hope. Thank goodness. I can NOT wait.
My friend kity updated about this new modeling agency today among other things. (I was going to link to her journal but LJ's being crap so you get to see her store site instead, which is just as nice cause there are pictures of colby's tummy on it).
From their site:
Mondo Models will specialize in Madison Avenue rejects and cutting edge avant garde talent as well as those afflicted with common standards of beauty. Models will include Celtic fair maidens, retro, flappers, limey mods, culture trash, psychedelic, pop art, fetish, cyber-punk, fantasy, vaudeville, industrial, bizarre, surrealists, mammary-challenged toothpicks, sumo-models, tattoo-covered bikers, and authentic punk rockers.
Mondo Models will also feature goths and gravediggers, circus types, actual Black people and interracial couples, geriatric folks, homely girls, exceptional drag queens, middle aged "secret" transvestite husbands, suave drag kings, mean musclebound deisel dykes, scary dominatrices, layered homeless fashionistas, accident victims, mutants, people with major birth defects, missing limbs, eyes, stretch marks, surgically scarred human beings, political pinkos, midgets, legit pedo pretties and unrepentant heroin chic.
So I sent them an e-mail and some of my goofier photos and just got an e-mail back saying they want to do a photo shoot with me. And now my stomach has dropped all the way to the soles of my feet and I'm feeling kind of ill about it. I must have been smoking way too much crack when I wrote them earlier today. What was I thinking?
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