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Post by JACK ELLIOT STEWART on Dec 4, 2010 10:33:01 GMT -5
Jack woke up and took a shower as fast as he could, he had to work in the photo studio with Zephyr Zegna for the modeling campaign of her husband. He was so used to work with models he wasn’t nervous or excited; it was his work after all. Jack arrived at the studio early to get everything ready, the background they were going to work with, the lights, the camera… there were a lot of things that needed to get cared of and he was alone, he never worked with an assistant because he liked to work alone. The main theme of the photoshoot? Christmas, of course. There was nothing in that time of the year apart from Christmas, he hated it. What he liked was the hot summer, the beach, the sun, the water sports, nothing to do with the winter grey season of Christmas. So after making the background look like a snowed street and make the lights look like he needed them and get his camera ready, the only thing he needed now was the model and start working. He loved his work, he loved taking pictures and loved to be surrounded by pretty girls, it was a plus, he was well know because he liked girls a little too much. But who could blame him? He was always surrounded by the prettiest girl, he was always surrounded by girls who loved to flirt and have fun, he didn’t know why he had to waste them when he could get them.
Around him there were a lot of people buzzing, with the clothes, the makeup, the food, everything a model needed to feel comfortable and happy for the session. It was important for his pictures to have their models happy so they will work better and the pictures will look better. Zephyr was beautiful, he had seen her in other campaigns but never had the pleasure to work with her, people said she was kind and very funny, easy to work with and not like the other models who thought they were goddess just because they were models, all of them with the fame in their heads. She was simple and she didn’t like to work as model, she much wanted to leave it and keep with her work as comic drawer. Jack had bought some of her comics, he wasn’t a big fan of graphical stories but he thought it could help to work with her, if he knew something about her then he could give her something to talk to and she would relax and forget she was working. That was the main reason people loved to work with Jack, because he tried to make the work something easy and fun and relaxed, he didn’t just told the models how to pose and snapped the pictures, he tried to make them look as natural as possible, make them smile, give the picture something to tell the people and not only models frozen in some pose looking at the camera, like a coat stand. Then she came in and he smiled to her. Welcome Mrs. Zegna. He said with an easy smile on his face. I’m Jack, and I’m going to work with you today.
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Post by ZEPHYR BEHITHA ZEGNA on Dec 4, 2010 23:06:28 GMT -5
 Sleeping sounded absolutely wonderful at the moment. Laying in the large, king sized bed with the maroon silk blocking out the sunshine, she hugged the plush pillow close to her, not wanting to get out from under the Egyptian cotton bed sheets. Hesitating, she turned over and let go of the breath she was holding in. Of course he wasn't there. When was he ever there when she woke up lately? Forcing her body against its will to move, she slipped out of bed, noting the time and rushing to shower before slipping on some large sunglasses and a simple gray tank that hung off her like a coat hanger and what most people called the 'boyfriend jeans' which were simply pants that looked like she stole from her husband's closet. Slapping on some messy converse and a random worn out leather coat, she put her long, golden locks into a messy yet magically chic bun before wrapping any scarf, which turned out to be a cheetah print one, around her neck and heading out the door. Obviously, her looks didn't mean much to her and they really didn't. She was doing this for her husband's new line of clothing for the holiday season - as well as the lingerie. Apparently since he loved seeing her in it, he figured the rest of the world should have that opportunity.
He just would never understand how much she hated basically selling herself in order to make him a profit. She didn't need money. It was just a necessity in his world. She lived off barely minimum wage her entire life and now being thrown into this hectic world where money meant respect-she was stuck in a sort of limbo she was desperate to get out of. But whatever it took to make him happy, she simply complied with it. After taking the town car since he didn't like her going too many places in public transportation or walking, she slipped into the building and going to the only section she ever went to other than her husband's office, not that she ever went to the latter often. Only when she absolutely needed to reach him and he decided to block all her calls or whatever. Obviously, life as Mrs. Zegna number Three was not exactly as charming as the position made itself out to be.
Her mind was in such a fog that when the photographer spoke to her, she looked up abruptly and a slightly embarrassed smile fell on her face, "Uh...hi...thanks?" she shook her head a bit to focus. This was for her husband. She had to keep her own feelings out of this even though it always seemed obvious she didn't enjoy doing this only because she had stated it over and over again in interviews, "Nice to meet ya', Jack," she slipped off her coat and sunglasses, telling the person who wanted to take them that she was fine and she could put it away herself. She said it nicely because she felt their jobs must have sucked big time. She could make herself comfortable. Being pampered wasn't her thing, "But call me Zephyr. The whole Mrs. Zegna thing is way too formal, yeah?" she glanced over her thin and bare shoulder at him as she put her stuff on the way-too-bright dressing table, slipping off the scarf, "Do you have a pen and paper lying around?" she asked someone absently and they quickly handed it to her, "It takes the edge off," she smiled at Jack as she sat in the chair since she knew that was what they always did first-hair and make up. So as the hair stylist got busy with her hair, she pulled one knee up to her chest, thankful for her flexibility, and put the notebook against it, immediately starting to doodle whatever came to her mind, "Okay, I know it's your job and all to make me feel like a pampered princess, but it's a bit too much," she chuckled, completely easy going with the entire thing, "Everyone should take a breather and relax. I'm not Hitler."
It was true that the entire atmosphere of the place felt like it was forced to feel relaxing and cheerful. Though that worked for most models, Zephyr wasn't the typical one. She grew up in native Alaska with the Yupik who could feel the energy in the air, who taught their young how to kill their first deer at the age of ten, who believed in spirits and loving the land. So when she finally said she wasn't Hitler, everyone seemed to relax way more and the atmosphere changed completely from high strung to almost hippie-ish like everyone would start wearing peace symbols and singing the Beatles...So she continued doodling, expecting it to change because it always did, even with the craziest of photographers as the head honchos. They spent everyday running like chickens without heads but today they would be happy fat hens sitting on their asses just watching the clouds roll by-at least while in her company with her lazy smiles and odd fascination with comic books....She'd only ever drawn for story lines she never came up with but her very first own comic book was going to come out and she was beyond the point of excited for it.
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Post by JACK ELLIOT STEWART on Dec 5, 2010 22:29:10 GMT -5
He had heard about her, and saw her in dozen of pictures before; on TV and interviews… but when she walked in the room Jack had to remind himself to breathe. He worked with models every day, and most of them were breath taking but she was simply perfect. He could tell working with Zephyr, how she had asked t be called, was going to be easy job and one of the most pleasurable ones he had in months. And not only because she looked like a goddess but because he could tell she wasn’t one of those models whose fame had got to their almost empty heads, and most important, Zephyr didn’t look at all like a coat stand, she had story in her eyes, in her smile, in the way she moved. Jack smiled to her as he took his camera and got everything ready once again, hairdressers had to work fast on her because they didn’t have much time, Jack had other things to do that morning… well, not really, but he wasn’t feeling like being stuck in the studio all morning to take some pictures of models being static just showing her clothes.
Okay, nice name by the way. She told everyone to relax around her, saying she wasn’t a Hitler, which for the rest of the team was a relief, tired of hearing models complain about everything and acting as if they were queens of the world or something but for Jack that meant nothing, he just had to take his pictures and that was easy job. I don’t think we ever thought of you being him, but hey, who knows? Jack joked. She turned to watch her sitting in her chair drawing in the paper someone had got her, she was so natural… and even without the tons of makeup models usually wore, she was beautiful, splendid, and a normal girl. He got himself a coffee while waiting for the rest of the people to be done with her, that was what he hated about working on this, how much stops they needed to put some makeup here and there and the clothes change… it was hell for someone who loved to take pictures of moments, of story, a picture which could tell something to whoever it was looking at it, and bring back memories. Jack was an easy going guy, he never got nervous or worried, he relaxed and let things happen, that was his style, except when Savannah was with him, then things got heated up all the way and he would go crazy.
I’m ready when you are. He said motioning to the set which was ready for being used. Now that was the worst part of the job, giving directions so she would look fine and tell her to be still and shit, but with her… he had an idea which could make her feel comfortable with the whole thing and pictures will look much better, he knew she hated all this. He went to the laptop he was going to use to watch the pictures and opened the music player and put ‘Say you don’t want it’ by One Night Only. Okay, you listening to the song right? Let’s move then. He went to her and took her hand making her dance with him a little so she will relax and she won’t look weird, people started to sing and dance with them too, what he wanted with this was making her dance so he could snap the pictures while she was busy having fun, the pictures will look funny, relaxed and perfect and what was more important for him, they would look natural. He had to say he was a pretty bad dancer when it came to things like this but right at the moment he was having fun too and not worrying about the way he sucked at dancing. He found himself unable to move his eyes from her and her smile. Jack had been working on this pretty much all his life, but he had never seen a model more beautiful on set as the one who was now in front of him.
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Post by ZEPHYR BEHITHA ZEGNA on Dec 5, 2010 23:06:07 GMT -5
Putting the paper down once the make up artist came by, she was glad they didn't put a tub of crap on her face and just kept it light. Maybe they got the memo that she wasn't a make up person from all her pictures. She only wore make up mainly on runways and to charity events where she had to be with her husband. Other than that, she was always make up free, "Thanks," she smiled over at him as he complimented her on her name. Most people actually didn't like it but Zephyr loved it. It was a name her mother, the one she never met, had given her. How could she hate it when barely anyone in the world even had it?
But soon enough, she had the skin tight winter clothing on for her husband's new line and she was dancing around, "You got it," she chuckled as she started moving her hips to the beat, a soft and content smile falling on her features as she threw her slender arms in the air and laughed, shimming her shoulders as she occasionally glanced over at Jack, eyes catching onto his every now and again but letting them slip away. The true reason she hated photo shoots was because to the Yupik, cameras stole a piece of your soul. Memories and tales were passed on through word of mouth not pictures. They were passed on by ancient writings and songs not pictures. A picture could say a thousand words and she was always a tad bit terrified to know what her's would say. People always said she looked interesting-mainly in her eyes. It was like there was a whole other world in there and she couldn't deny it. There was but she didn't let anyone else see into it. Including her husband.
So she moved with the beat on the set, easily swinging on the make shift lamp post and laughing before the song started to come to an end and another played, people rushing over onto the set to change her out of the clothing and into the underwear and bra she had to be in. Obviously, she didn't want to stop the mood so she kept squirming a bit as they attempted to change her and then she was dancing again, this time in barely anything but pieces of thin lace in the appropriate areas. That was when 'Breaking It Up' by Lykke Li came on and she immediately started singing the words as they came out, dancing a bit like a belly dancer as she moved, "Come on!" she grabbed Jack's hand, pulling him onto the set with her. Hey, fun was fun, and it wasn't like she was trying to keep him form his job. She noticed pictures came out better when the photographer was involved with his subjects.
Strange theory but it seemed to work. Probably why most editorials she has been in were such a huge success. She forced the photographer to join her in the set just to make things interesting...even if her husband would get mad later at her innocent flirting.
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Post by JACK ELLIOT STEWART on Dec 6, 2010 17:38:08 GMT -5
When he had played the music he hadn’t intended on making of the set a disco, but now he wasn’t regretting it at all. Everyone was relaxed and having fun which was the main thing and when the atmosphere was like that he could work better. He sipped from his coffee, waiting for them to finish her off. They barely used makeup on her which was perfect for Jack, he wanted for her to give a normal look, if girls looked like porcelain dolls most women would feel too much impressed to even think of buying the clothes but if they were more natural they could see themselves on them and that was what he needed, for them to buy the clothes so they would hire him more often and he will get more popular and make more money. This was his chance to get his name out there, if he was the photographer of Zegna’s line of clothes then his life would be solved, he would get what he had worked so much for and that was a chance he wasn’t going to let go, so even if she was a princess who loved to get pampered and was the most annoying girl in the planet, he would have done everything just to get the job.
Luckily for him that wasn’t the case. She looked so normal, so natural, Jack just loved to work with her, everything around her was easy and she seemed to get the point of his work which was amazing. The girl was so perfect, he just loved his work, and he loved it because sometimes miracles like this one happened and he will find a girl worth all his work and she was one of those girls who made him think that having a girlfriend would be fine. That’s it, keep like that because that’s the way I want it. As soon as the words left his mouth he knew they sounded… well, not the way he had pretended them to sound but he got pretty excited when his work was like that, and she was just plain amazing. He had tried to create a comfortable atmosphere but it was as if she transformed everything in magic, the relaxed atmosphere had become full of sparks and chemistry or at least that was what he was feeling right now. Zephyr kept dancing while the guys tried to change her clothes, it was funny to see them struggle to make her stay still, he snapped some backstage pictures because he just wanted to capture every second of that light on her eyes, this was what give sense to his job, moments like this, pictures like the ones he was taking.
Woah there, careful with my camera. He said when she grabbed him, getting involved was perfect because it gave him more angles to work and different planes. People around them were dancing and singing too, laughing and watching at them on set, he was enjoying this as much as she was, and that was saying something because she was known for not like those kind of works and never hided her displeasure but he couldn’t blame his husband for choosing her to model his clothes, he bet his ass all the campaigns she was in sold out clothes in record time. He just soon forgot about the camera and grabbed her to dance, the people around clapping and encouraging them, he had never been a good dancer but that didn’t mean he was clumsy, he could dance when it came to it and right now he was having so much fun he didn’t even thought of it, he just did. Truth be told, he had fun while working before, but nothing like this, the models he worked with were all very professional and boring and they just worried about how good they looked in the pictures but she just worried about being her and nothing else. What else could he ask on a girl? Oh well, for her not to be married, but since when that had stopped Jack on getting his fun? As far as he remembered, never.
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