In about 24 hours, designer extraordinaire Alakazia is taking over a fabulous space in Downtown LA. First there was a text, then a phone call… then plans to bring it all together. And would I please handle the beauty aspect …?… and then there was something about me deciding that the event would not be complete without HABIBI for the party…
So, I am Beauty Director of this fantastic show (I predict it will be fantastic, and that is that). That means directing models, makeup artists, hair stylists… and designing the ‘look’ that that models will sport during the show.
Rehearsal was Saturday:
The models are fabulous. They put up with Alakazia directing, and me yelling out cues on when and where to walk… and to some degree ‘how’ to walk (this ain’t my first time at the rodeo folks). They nodded, smiled, and shimmied down that runway like pros. I was really happy by the end of the day.
We have one more rehearsal… and then showtime!
Beauty-wise, the look is pretty clear. I know what he wants, and I’ve taken his needs and interpreted them in terms of makeup and hair.
I can do this.
Somewhere along the way I found 10 minutes to slap on some makeup. Now, if I look tired, it’s because I am.
I’ve misplaced at least a dozen hours of sleep, and I’m trying to figure out where they went.
No matter. The show must go on!