Sunday, December 20, 2009

Impossible Girl - 31

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IGirl woke with a crick in her neck, even business class recliners were crap to sleep in. She couldn’t wait to get to her hotel room and soak in a long hot bath. The stewardess brought her a bloody mary and the colour of it reminded her of how deeply she’d drunk from Rowan the night before. She pushed it from her mind, she might have to go weeks now.

She fired up her laptop, there was paparazzi at Tokyo airport. Roly would be pleased. To Roly paparazzi equalled photos, equalled magazine exposure, equalled sales. IGirl knew he was right but after a twelve hour flight she couldn’t find the mind set. She was too tired to put on a show.

IGirl had worn her hair in the bones onto the plane in Sydney and all she got was snide comments and amateurs with I-phones. She felt embarrassed, a ‘poser’ as a passing someone had put it. As soon as she got on board she’d pull them out. Her hair was a mess. Later on, when she’d had time to clean up, she would secure the IGirl illusion back in place and go court them. If they would have her back.

She'd burned bridges when the interest in the IGirl phenomena had stalked beyond the fashion shows and the Rowan Bark gigs and zoomed into their apartment with a telephoto lens. She couldn’t handle the microscope then. She didn’t know what it would see.

IGirl had needed time off, to lie low and learn to live again… with Rowan and … it. IGirl had avoided most of the winter fashion season, letting Roly take responsibility for launching the last collection. It wasn’t as successful and of course Roly blamed her absence for this.

Now Tokyo city and Japanese Fashion Week loomed large again in front of her. Tokyo had been so good to her. IGirl hoped her re-entry would be as welcome as the plane’s landing.

The early release pieces were getting good press. But according to Roly it was way too early to rest on her laurels. She needed to get out and work the scene again. It wasn’t enough to design the frocks, she had to wear the skull and bones, she had to be the brand, be the bad girl.

‘Celebrity designer’, she resented the label. When she was working every line, every cut, every seam obsessed her. None of the money or the acclaim mattered, she just wanted to make something beautiful. But now that the season’s designs were complete IGirl new she did want it. She always had.
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Monday, December 14, 2009

Sketchbook - 18

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More sketchbook because we haven't had time to do anything else but scribble in biro...
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