7:45am ā caffeine = consumed. camera cards = cleared. tote bag = full of things Iāll probably need but wonāt be able to find when I do.
9:00am ā arrive at the studio. lights arenāt even on yet but the chaos is already humming. Iām steaming vintage blazers and silently negotiating with a zipper thatās determined to ruin the day.
10:15am ā model walks in. glowing. tall. terrifyingly nice. I offer water like itās a ritual. The photographerās cueing Lana. Weāre in our indie fashion era.
12:30pm ā holding reflectors, pinning sleeves, catching falling sunglasses mid-shot like it's a sport. Someone whispers āthis light is insaneā for the 30th time. Moodboard is coming to life.
2:00pm ā assisting, directing, lowkey styling, occasionally doing squats to fix socks. The floor is a beautiful mess of safety pins, shoe boxes, and creative chaos. I belong here.
4:45pm ā final looks. golden hour is hitting different. someoneās lying on the floor for the shot. Iām crying at how good these frames are. (internally.)
6:30pm ā everything back on hangers. files backed up. floor swept. lipstick wiped. energy drained. soul fulfilled.
8:00pm ā finally home. uploading BTS to my notes app like theyāre sacred relics. my phoneās at 2%, my heartās at 100.āØ
