Hints of Asian

         

I haven’t taken my melatonin yet, but fatigue is setting in. Awesome! I am getting used to the time change. That or the fact I had a long day. To top it off I was in an air-conditioned mall for most the day so getting outside hit me that much harder on my walk home from the train. Immediately cranked on the a/c and put on my shorts. The downside, 2 late evenings home has caused me to miss pool time. What a shame. Well I do have all day Saturday and Sunday.

I left off on my way to BR to buy some socks. I decided against it and just did bare foot in the dress shoots. I tell you it was a good idea. Upon my arrival back at 7 For All Mankind, we were asked to stay until the show.  I have met a few buddies while waiting. Its rather interesting how some people you can carry a conversation and others you can’t. The 2 gentlemen, which I clicked with both, happened to be from the same agency as me. The 3 of us represent OMM male talent. Clemens is a tall german fella and Rafa is from the Phillipines. They both seem to have their head on straight. The other models were sociable as well, but I didn’t have much of a conversation with anyone else. Many of the women were Russian and the language barrier was quite significant. All beautiful nonetheless. 

Hiding behind a curtain we hung out for what seemed to be an eternity. It still was quite long though, over an hour. 5 minute call time. We were all dressed and ready to rock the runway.

Word of advice: Don’t cross your arms when wearing clothes for the runway ( you get in trouble as I learned very quickly)

I should really have asked what the beat was but there was a 4 string quartet playing smooth criminal before the walk so here you go.

We were now at the point that the whole week had been leading up to, the runway. Choreography all set and simple, we just had to walk now.  As you walk down the runway, you have an eternal gaze. Our instructions were to look bad ass and have attitude. So not giving a **** about what people are thinking was what ran through my mind. Strong face, laser eyes, and slight clench of jaw, all very stoic.  Camera’s are flashing everywhere and there are professional photographers stationed at places where you pose. Pose, hold until flashes stop, then keep moving. Nice and simple. When you are off stage, its no holds barred get changed. Pants, shirts, shoes are flying everywhere. Each person is assigned someone to help them put on their new wardrobe.  Then you roll out again.

Once we finished, we put back on our normal clothes and went to mingle. We didn’t have to stay, but I was hungry and really wanted a glass of wine, and that I did. Red of course. After a few pictures with some random people, Clemens and I had a brief conversation with a very outgoing and nice guy Keith. Then I moved on to chatting with a beautiful woman Melissa. Melissa is a publicist and works on bringing concerts and the like to Singapore. She complemented me on my look and mentioned that there is hints of Asian in me and it will do very well in this market. We also talked about Hong Kong and Taipei, and a little about Japan as well. I don’t know if the modeling industry is all about networking, but I figure the more people I know the better. Melissa older than I am but she said that her assistant and some of the other people she works with would be more then willing to show me around Singapore and take me to the beach, etc. A very thoughtful gesture I must say.

Finally when leaving I got handed a gift bag. In it is a $100 gift certificate to 7 for all mankind, a complimentary wash and blow from Salon 360 and a free classic manicure from Vedure. Now the first one makes sense, I know if I decided I could use that. The second one I may pass off to one of my female modeling counter parts. Do I do the same with the Manicure? Or do I try a manicure for myself? I have never done something like that before. This is all part of the adventure right?

The evening turned out to be pretty awesome. And to top it off as I was leaving the Marina Bay Sands, there was this elegant skyline. Sorry guys, I don't have any pics from the show yet.

                                           

I have now just taken a few melatonin and will be crashing momentarily. Good night. I appreciate the comments. I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing.

The names Bond, James Bond

Lets get some beats going for this. A James Bond Theme for you.

This is getting hammered out real quickly. I remembered to take the melatonin, so countdown is on till I crash. After a relatively inactive day I set out to do my first paid job since getting here. All I knew going in was “this is an affluent party and the theme is James Bond”. Fair enough, right up my alley considering I had been chatting with Brenna about James Bond and my flight was 007.

This was my first time taking the bus since getting here. It was nice and simple, tap my ezee pay card getting on and then again getting off. The bus brought my right across the street from my destination. Ugh one thing I really can’t seem to get used to when crossing the street is the direction of traffic. I always check both way, but I always look left then right. I need to change that habit to right first. It’s just one of those things, it’s the walking on the left side of the sidewalk, standing on the left side of escalator. Or when there are two escalators, the one you want is always to the left. I can’t count the number of times I have started trying to go up the down escalator. There are tons of those here by the way.

Upon my arrival I ask for Chris. Turns out the coordinator are Paul. A well-dressed small Asian guy, he looked like someone that would be watching a poker match in Casino Royale. He assistant was a beautiful Asian woman; she looked the part of someone’s eye candy. Our mission was simple. We were walking talking display pieces for some of the biggest people in the city. There were 3 ambassadors, several military, and owners of diamond mines and other various big money ventures. The merchandise. Stylistic and fashionable body armour.  I am talking polo shirts, ski jackets, sweaters, you name it. Miguel Caballero is the company that designs this stuff. Its hand made in Colombia. Here is a pic I snapped before we started. I hope to get some more from the event coordinator soon. 

There were 4 models. Myself, a Chinese guy from Hong Kong, a French guy and a girl from Romania. The three of them were from a different agency. The four of us strolled around for 3 hours letting people check out the armour. It was rather entertaining. There was one beautiful woman that said she already had one of the pieces. Crazy, I can’t imagine being in the market for that kind of stuff. Its certified 3A, which means the vest, can stop a point blank shot from an Uzi or a .44 magnum. 

I had a wonderful chat with the CEO for the Asian market and the director of marketing. Both are great people, offered me a place to stay in Hong Kong if I want to come up for a weekend. She also said she would love to have me help model this armour throughout Asia. I have her card.

I had fun tonight at the event. Unfortunately all the walking over the past few days I developed a blood blister on my heel. I have done wonders for giving it rest (wearing flip flops) and I put a band aid on it while wearing the shoes, but it swelled up quite a bit. A result of tight sock, and lots of standing. I took this pic when I got home so it came down quite a bit from that. The whole area is quite tender, likely going to take an ibuprofen too. 

On my walk to the bus I spotted a few notable cars.

 Okay I am nodding off goodnight. 

Oh and lastly here is the Jungle Gym workout area. 

Jet lag setting in

So after a long day yesterday, I realized after posting I had forgotten to take my melatonin. This was one of the reasons I had difficulty falling asleep last night. It was almost 2 when I realized this. Immediately after taking some I crashed and slept quite well.

Today was the day to have a slow start. I didn't have much on the schedule for the day. Just a simple mix and mingle James Bond themed thing. I will get to that more in another post. It wasn't until about noon when I really got rolling. Around 10 I called my agent just to see what was up. From then until lunch time I just dozed in and out of sleep. Fatigue hit me hard.

The clock struck 12 and it was time for me to scope out some of the local food. Upon my google search I found a hawker centre maybe a 15 minute walk away. During this walk, I passed a rolls royce dealer, 2 audi, one super car dealer, lotus, skoda and then way off the beaten path a chrysler dealership. I have really noticed a ton of very expensive cars on the road.

I found a little food centre, checked the prices $5. I can do better than that I thought to myself. So I kept exploring. I turned a corner and randomly saw this:

If only I could eat pizza. I would have grabbed a piece of the pie, you know, as part of my patriotic duty. Onward I moved, down a set of 20 stairs and their it was. Packed shoulder to shoulder. In any given hawker you will have 5-10 stands with the exact same thing. A little tip I figured out is simply follow the crowd. These people eat this food daily, they know what's up. I found myself some Malay Chicken Rice. This will be a trend, I know its a go to and it won't make me sick. Although I do need to venture out to other choices. I want to I should say. I also tried a different juice. I had an ABC - thats apples, beetroot and carrots. I figured I may as well get more vegetables into me. It's awesome you just choose your fruit/vegetable they throw in blender and add ice.

That expedition took about an hour and a bit. When I arrived home I had planned to Skype with mom and maybe dad if he was still awake. I just missed dad and he was sawing wood. Mom and I chatted for about 45 minutes its great to update her.

My daily exercise regimen has included swimming. So I went down to the pool swam for half an hour. That is all my body can handle right now. My shoulders and back can feel it each morning when I wake up. Thats a good thing of course. I read a bit of my book that I started 6 Months ago, "ice man, confessions of a contract killer". This guy is brutal. Entertaining none the less and involves one of my interests, mafia.

I showered, tried out my new beard trimmer and made my trek to my job.