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 Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2023 10:59 pm
 Ertéan was lounging on his favorite chair, grateful the staff remembered to bring it this time. He did not always personally oversee each shoot, though he was always at the shows, but this shoot... This shoot was one of those ones he wanted to see in person.
He had had SUCH a vision for this collection, a vision that translated into both the clothing but also the photos, and the show. That was coming up next week, but the photos were being handled now so that once the collection was public, the campaign would be ready. All the dark colors, the deep reds, the lusciously dark purples, the chocolates and the black velvets... He felt this was going to be one of his masterpiece collections.
One of many, but who could count after all these years? All that mattered was this one, and then the next. But for the moment, he watched, making sure everyone was in their places, and doing the right things. He smiled, a slightly dark but pleased smile as he noticed a fellow coming up to the set, admiring how the pale brown and creams of the raccoon matched so nicely with the chocolates and reds of the outfit. It was like a delicious looking cherry cordial, and this photoset was going to be excellent.
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2023 11:25 pm
It was an honor to shoot for this particular House. Something that Xerxes was certainly aware of as he became part of the moment. It was not that he faded into the background, but rather that he knew how to fit himself into it. The feature was the clothing, the collection. Xerxes was simply the canvas that wore it. He posed as directed, ready for the camera.
The camera loved him. Or so it seemed as they carried on with the photoshoot, with different outfits and different poses. To be featured for one of the Ertéan's collections was absolutely sublime. It was the pinnacle of his achievements as a model. He lost himself to the moment, posing this way and that way. Holding various props, leaned up against various settings.
There truly was an art to it. He loved it. Modeling was his life. True, at some point in his life he had fancied himself an artist and even now that influenced his attitude as he carried on with the photoshoot. The consummate professional. He was so absorbed in it that he didn't realize who was overseeing the shoot, but perhaps that was for the best as it stopped him from being self-conscious.
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2023 11:31 pm
He sat up, just a little, watching as the shoot progressed. Yes, this young man had been the perfect feature for this collection. He was not sure he recalled the lad's name... He honestly rarely paid attention to that these days, unless someone really caught his attention. Otherwise, Ertéan generally just glanced at the photos of the models that the agencies sent, checked what work they had catalogued, and pointed at the ones he preferred, and let his assistants worry about making the arrangments.
It's not like they would take the chance to make a mistake, after all. He might not be a cruel master, but he expected perfection from those who had earned the positions closest to him.
In the meantime, he watched and waited, and when a break was announced, he gestured at one of his assistants to bring the lad over, while he instructed the other to bring refreshments that the young man might enjoy. He wanted to find out more about this lad... And if he might be a good fit, well... An invitation into a greater future might be on the horizon.
He did love being the one to introduce new, talented beauty to their Clan.
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2023 11:37 pm
Almost startled out of his reverie, Xerxes followed when one of the assistants brought him over to - no, could it be? Surely it was not - Ertéan himself. Oh. My. To meet one of his idols was truly amazing. Ertéan was known far and wide in the world of fashion. His name was synonymous with quality and vision. He waited with baited breath for the other to speak, not quite finding himself prepared to make introductions. Not yet. It was astonishing enough to even be there.
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