I'd been messaging back and forth with Jacob's manager, getting all the details for his shoot that he was doing, and what pieces I needed to pick up to be tried on. I wasn't one to build off of someone else's work so I doubt I'd be using anything that had been planned with any previous stylist.
He was walking a red carpet and would be wearing Valentino in less than twenty four hours and I'd spent the entire morning picking through the buttons downs, slacks and shoes to find the perfect fit. I had to be really articulate with Jacob's pieces he had such a tall stature, so things need to be longer than normal. I did not want anything looking abnormal on photographs, styling someone was so much more than picking out clothes, the fabrics had to blend together along with sit right on the body--I strived for cohesiveness.
He had absolutely no time to meet with me before this evening to help me out a little due to him having to film some series he'd been working on, hence, why I had Franny right beside me at my beck and call. "Fran, be careful that those white linens do not wipe against anything, I can't risk it getting stained"
She was out of breath behind me pushing the heavy clothing rack of Valentino suits into the lobby of my condo building, as I went through my checklists making sure we'd covered everything before this fitting. I was initially under the mindset that all this was destined to be a failure, but Jacob's team was so willing and excited to work with me everything was going more smoothly than projected. Fran being a temporary assistant for the day was also calming my nerves despite the sparse complaining here and there.
I was pretty high on in my building, the view of the streets of Los Angelos serving as a constant reminder of why I worked so hard--if I didn't do shit like this I wouldn't be able to dabble in retail therapy. It was solely the only reason I hadn't gone completely insane, my shopping addiction was one of my many flaws that I indulged in frequently. I wasn't a high maintenance person in a relationship aspect, but I was a fucking material girl--my job was pretty much my hobby.
"Jacob's going to be here any minute, he said they wrapped up filming early." Fran said as she plopped on my feather-filled sofa. I'd forbade her from being on her phone all day, so she was soaking up all the missed notifications in a frenzy since she was finally getting a break.
I on the other hand had to start prepping the outfits, so we could get as much done while he was here. I would prefer if we weren't working all throughout the night. My usual goal was not to be still be figuring out pieces and accessories the day of the event. Looking over all the fucking suits hanging up on the rack, and not even considering any alterations finishing by at least midnight would be a long shot. "You better get all the rest you can then, its going to be a long night."
"I think we both know I will be more help if I just sat here and shut up." she interjected making the both of us laugh at her incompetence, Franny just seemed to always get in the way when I was was trying to get something done, her mind was always scattered and moving a million miles a second. I had no idea how she could sit and learn her lines so well, that just came natural to her, but when she was out of work mode she became fucking unhinged. "You're, right, your mental support will suffice.
I'd gone through about half of the clothing, mixing and matching different pieces when my door bell rang, startling me a little. My eyes shot to the digital clock sitting on one of my side tables in my living room, seeing that an hour had already passed, and I'd barely gotten anything done. It seemed as if I was pulling myself out of an infinite black hole, but I could still see the light at the end of tunnel--just barely.
"I'll get it!" she jumped off the couch, I'd honestly forgotten she was there, not a sound had escaped her mouth in the time that had passed. "Gwenny, I really appreciate you doing this for, Jacob. You really are my soul sister."
