Finale Pt. 1

Well, yesterday was my last day of work–I’m no longer a fashion industry slave. Part of me is really sad that it’s over but another part of me is just really missing San Diego and everyone there! I didn’t have anything to do on the last day so I just spent a lot of time on the computer feeling bored and kind of sad at the same time.

Taiwan was typhooning all day today so I didn’t get to hang out with Vivian at Taipei 101. I’ll probably be seeing everyone in like, less than a week anyway, so whatever.

I still have like, 40ish more pictures to download from my camera, but I did manage to get these resized and ready for posting. They include the Bella Beauty Awards, my first outdoor photoshoot, another dinner with the Director, and a photoshoot with a beauty editor. (She ended up giving me a bottle of Benefit’s “You Clean Up Nice” facial wash and a compact with eyeshadow that is TOTALLY my palette. It was so nice of her to do so too… she really didn’t have any obligation to give me anything.)

Me looking foxy for the Bella Beauty Awards. As you can see, my hair is starting to straighten out.

The Bella Beauty Awards was held at a place called “Bando 8.” Sounds kind of ethnic, no? Maybe it’s just because it reminds me of banjo…

The award-winning make-ups and skincares.

The giftbags that I had to assemble. In the back, you have the giftbags for journalists. On the left, the giftbags for visitors/guests. They got different kinds of swag. The lucky journalists got my favorite Calvin Klein perfume.

Me at the podium!

They had little like, vanities for people to try the make-up. I didn’t get a chance to.

Booze. No wonder rich kids who go to a lot of functions get wasted young–it’s so accessible!

The display that showed all the winners.

I had to help set up the welcome table. Notice the business cards oriented in an artistic, staircase manner.

Everyone was starving by noon, and our caterer was late so someone else went down to buy food. Unfortunately, all the editors came in around that time and they were ravenous. Upon seeing numerous paper bags of food, skinny Asian girls pounced. It was kind of scary but really funny, as you can imagine. Luckily, I got a bowl of noodles before the frenzy began.

Schmoozing post-awards show.

Me and one of the beauty editors. She usually has really heavy eye make-up on. She recommended me a facial place.

The girl who sits next to me with the decked out desk. Her name is Nana.

Strawberry KitKat. It’s really not that good–in fact, it tastes kind of medicinal.

First outdoor photoshoot with Fashion Editor. It was RIDICULOUSLY hot and humid. I know it looks like a beautiful summer’s day, but it was probably like, 98 degrees.

The photographer, Armani. Hehe, his name really is Armani.

The model trying to balance on the giant birdcage housing a tree. In Taiwan, you only have to be really thin to model. There really are no other qualifications.

AIN’T SHE FIERCE?!

SO FIERCE.

After each change in outfit, the Fashion Editor looks at an uber-high quality polaroid that shows what the final pictures will look like.

My destiny as everyone’s bitch was fulfilled when I was instructed to haul bags of beverages from multiple locations to the photo studio. The only bright side was I got to pick what everyone drank. So everyone was stuck with water, orange juice/soda in really cute bottles, lemonade in really cute bottles, or tea.

There was a really gnarly photoshoot about shoes and there were boxes EVERYWHERE. EVERYWHERE. There was this really adorable pair of Marc Jacobs flats that I was sure I a took a picture of, but I guess not.

The EIC got a shipment of Fendi stuff, including shoes, boots, and bags. We got to walk around the studio holding the bags and I liked this one. The picture is kind of blurry but yeah. LOVE Fendi. Though sometimes they get a little crazy with the leopard print…

The Director took us to this weird place for lunch. It was very arty, as indicated by the building.

Mom and me and the crazy interior. It was kind of… cave-y.

They had weird statues with HUGE ginormous tatas.

Another day, another photoshoot. The model was tiny, but of course, she was thin.

She was getting her hair curled whilst on her cell phone. The make-up artist was this Japanese woman who lived in Taiwan. It was kind of weird hearing her speak Mandarin–she definitely had an accent, but it wasn’t necessarily “Japanese-sounding.” I have no idea how to describe it…

Photographer with his interns adjusting the lights and setting up for the next group of pictures.

The owner of this photo studio had the most adorable dog ever called Nono. I pet him once and he liked me so much he came up to me and hopped up on my leg. He was sooo cute and quiet and wasn’t scary. Awww…