Withering away

The Living Dead

"Modelling teaches you to be completely conscious of the camera. Acting is being totally unconscious of it"

Blood, sweat and tears. 

This should be the fashion industry's motto since they already lived by it. The drops of blood dripping from the model's body after being pricked for the umpteenth time from the designers' clothes pin as they frantically roam their hands over her body searching for the invisible flaws they had missed. The designers' call the clothes pin God's wonder tool and use it to create their 'oh so marvelous pieces'. 

It was fascinating finding people who create such original and creative work but never actually indulge in the pride of it all. No wonder they were all a pale-sick looking colour with dark circles resting underneath their soulless eyes once you strip away their thin veneer. Their egos were being starved to extinction. 

Stepping inside the industry was no better. It had made me tick off visiting the Sahara Desert off my bucket list. The air was not only humid and thick but you can feel and smell the emotion rolling off the employees in waves. The tsunami of emotions hit me hard. Stress and worry were concentrated in the atmosphere but a hint of pride was floating around. It was there but barely. 

I realized it was coming from the interns. Poor things.

 A few weeks and any trace of happiness will be sucked out of them and released in the outer world. The fashion industry was its own world. A cruel world. It couldn't be compared to the amazon rain forest as the creatures that habitat this world were far more cruel and savage. 

The dressing rooms were the most deadly. Walking past it and it would seem as though it was a grave yard with people mourning their loved ones. Head in their hands and rocking their body to the rhythm of their crying. Tears ran down many faces. It was as if their eyes were programmed to keep repeating this action until it all the tears were dried up or the action was paused. Until it was later played again. A stop button didn't exist in their eyes. 

In the fashion world, people didn't die. They just weren't alive anymore.