@gen quinn-pak
fashion photography was lindsey’s specialty, and thankfully, she worked with a company that gave her the opportunity to focus on that almost exclusively. sure, lindsey worked in every department that needed her, but her favorite thing to do was cover fashion: runways, editorials, street looks, anything she could get her hands on. so when she was offered the chance to shoot an editorial, of course she took it. “gen!” lindsey smiled wide at the other girl that she was supposed to be working on this with. “i’m so excited to be working on this with you. it’s my first editorial in like, months, i don’t think i’ve been this excited for a project in a while.”
genevieve sat comfortably on a prop box, typing the intro to her newest article an homage to the freedom seekers of the 70′s as a small army of interns set up the various backdrops they were going to use for the shoot. it was times like these that genevieve felt she needed to use her voice for a reason– she found her voice through fashion. as she typed rapidly her train of thought was immediately interrupted as a shrill voice pierced the air. she sighed and rubbed her forehead trying to rid it of its newfound frustration. “ahhh yeah! i forgot they put you on this project– it’s going to be fun for sure!” she said giving her a tight-lipped smile.














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