I swear I would not accept another gig based on shallow reasons, like the massive chances to ogle supermodels while I'm working. Beside the fact that the job is really demanding and getting more complicated than it should have, the supermodels are not like what I have imagined. As beautiful as they may seems, they are not even a little bit friendly nor interesting enough to talk to. Well, not all of them, of course. But most of the models on this damn fashion show alright.
My job was supposedly to be over three weeks ago, leaving a plenty of time to build the designed platform and guest tribunes. But God forbid if all of those skeleton like designers and their self proclaimed divine taste of designs didn't make my job as repellent as their fake air kisses and fake terms of endearment. I am sure if I hear another love or darling or sweetheart being said with a mock sweetness, I would take one of the supporting beams from the platform and watch everything burn into flames while eating popcorn.
I might have to back up a little and tell you what exactly I do for a living and what kind of job I have been bitching about. So, I am an associate architect at HOK, one of the grandfathers in leading architecture firms in the world. My specialty are skyscrapers and cultural buildings, even though I am almost as good with anything else as I am with those kind of buildings. When a representative from Burberry came to my office and asking for a meeting with me, I almost sent them straight to one of my senior architects.
I don't usually deal with smaller projects like a runway platform design. But they insisted to meet me and said that they were so impressed of my latest design for the new national museum of contemporary art in Paris, they have to have me. I finally agreed to meet them and listened to their proposal. Burberry is going to launch a new line of high fashion attires which are emphasizing on its innovation and functionality as much as their beauty. They thought that I am just the perfect person for the job, since those qualities are the exact things I have in mind whenever I design a building. Even with them sugar coating me shamelessly, I was going to decline their offer until they mentioned a name I have adored so much since I was in my early twenties.
"We, Burberry, want this fashion show becomes the biggest event of the season since it's also acting as a comeback celebration for one of the most important faces of Burberry. Miss Cara Delevingne finally agrees to do another show with us for this collection."
I almost snorted the water I just sipped out from my nose when I heard her name. Not a very classy of me, I know. Apparently all it took to made me agree working with them was a name, which belongs to a breathtakingly beautiful woman. The very same woman who has never showed up once for all of the three weeks I have been working on this project. Not that I expected her to show up, but a wonderful surprise would be trully appreciated when those Burberry reps asked me to change the runway design for the thirtieth time. I was actually considering to piling up burlap sacks to act as a platform, but my professional manner dismissed the amusing idea.
One week before the show, Burberry finally agreed on the main concept of the settings. I had already started on the maim structure for the platform, knowing that we wouldn't have the time to finish it if we waited for design finalization. Pleased at my insightful decision, I only have to tweak the structure a little bit and add the finishing touches later. The platform will be amazing, with all of the white silk curtains hanging as a backdrop and fifty LED lights illuminating the runway. The deck will be covered with frosted milk colored fiberglass, completed with strategically placed white lamps.
The platform will looks like a flow of river, snaking all the way to the model's final spot. The spot also gets a special treatment, a clear glass covered platform sprinkled with diamonds. Yes, diamonds. Those beautiful models would stomp on diamonds as they make their final pose to the adoring cameras. If you think that's crazy, I, myself, will place all of those diamonds so they will look like star constellations. I tried to get myself out of this madness, but they insisted that the final touch would be performed by the master herself. Whatever.
So, here I am, carefully placing diamonds on the hollow deck, trying to care whether the diamonds look like Orion or else. It's two days before the show, so the models are doing their last outfit fitting before the dress rehearsal tomorrow. I am completely sure as hell that the starry deck will not be finished tomorrow. So I already placed a temporary deck at the final spot, before I put the actual deck hopefully four hours before the show begins. The whatever-its-name-is constellation that I've been working on for hours is looking more like a dog than a bear. Nearly going crazy, I find it more amusing than frustrating. As I chuckle, a sultry voice with British accent taking my attention away from the constellation which I will claim as Cerberus.
