7:45am — caffeine = consumed. camera cards = cleared. tote bag = full of things I’ll probably need but won’t be able to find when I do.
9:00am — arrive at the studio. lights aren’t even on yet but the chaos is already humming. I’m steaming vintage blazers and silently negotiating with a zipper that’s determined to ruin the day.
10:15am — model walks in. glowing. tall. terrifyingly nice. I offer water like it’s a ritual. The photographer’s cueing Lana. We’re in our indie fashion era.
12:30pm — holding reflectors, pinning sleeves, catching falling sunglasses mid-shot like it's a sport. Someone whispers “this light is insane” for the 30th time. Moodboard is coming to life.
2:00pm — assisting, directing, lowkey styling, occasionally doing squats to fix socks. The floor is a beautiful mess of safety pins, shoe boxes, and creative chaos. I belong here.
4:45pm — final looks. golden hour is hitting different. someone’s lying on the floor for the shot. I’m crying at how good these frames are. (internally.)
6:30pm — everything back on hangers. files backed up. floor swept. lipstick wiped. energy drained. soul fulfilled.
8:00pm — finally home. uploading BTS to my notes app like they’re sacred relics. my phone’s at 2%, my heart’s at 100.✨