FP Love Stories

I remember sharing the very first video from this series on Free People's blog and I've been keeping up with all the beautiful stories they post. I really liked this one I saw today because... Well just watch it. You won't be sorry.

You can check out the rest of the story that accompanies the video here. Enjoy!

Reasons Why Modeling Is The Least Glamorous Job. Ever.

Your bank account is perpetually in the negative

Yeah, some of your jobs pay a lot but you also owe your agency money that you haven't even made yet because of that one time they flew you to France or when they paid for your first photo shoot. The only thing that kind of makes up for it is all the free swag you collect and bottle service at all the clubs. 

Forget having a relationship 

Picture this: You and your boyfriend/girlfriend are having a great time celebrating your one year anniversary. You're at the park having a picnic and discussing your exciting vacation plans when your phone rings; It's your agent telling you that you have this really exciting job offer on Mars and have to leave tomorrow morning. Well now what? 

Living arrangements resemble a cross between the Black Market and your college dorm

When you see a model's Twitter update that says something like: "Flying to Barcelona this morning for this really amazing fashion show you'll never get to go to #yolo" you usually assume she's flying first class and ordering room service every day of the trip. The harsh reality is (most of the time) you're basically staying in a hostel just for models. There's a shared room with 2-4 girls on bunk beds covered in Fossil bags, 7 inch heels and whatever latest diet fad can be diluted in a glass of water.

Everyone wants you to burn in a fire 

Not literally (I hope) but the competition is real. There is no such thing as having model BBF's... Not really anyway. Also, can we discuss the snoodiness that goes on a fashion shows? Literally everyone in the industry hates you, except for that one time you shared your diet Coke with Lisa. 

Body images are always changing 

One year it will be size 2, blond and tight lips and the next its size 00, afro and bushy eye brows.  How can anyone expect to keep up with that? When they say a model has to be a chameleon, they mean it. 

Photo Set

Photos by Mark Reyes

Model Alexandra Pinheiro

We Are Infinite

In my room there is drawer full of pharmaceuticals... Before you jump to conclusions, let me first say that they are all prescribed -- they are prescribed to help me sleep but all they really do is quiet my thoughts.  My head is full of all these dreams that seem so simple yet unrealistic and I can't stop thinking about them. I can't stop thinking about how time flows and the way I get swept up in its current. I waste my breath trying to battle the ticks on the clock when in reality, I should thank them.

If it wasn't for time no one would be in a hurry, because forever would be always. I could sleep endlessly because I'd know that I will never reach my goals because to have a goal, it has to have an ending. Without time there is no start or finish. There would be no birthdays or holidays... No schedules. I understand that without time there can be no balance but sometimes balance isn't what we want, It's what we need and I desperately wish to escape necessity.

Simple Meaning of Life

Take three minutes and watch this video I've posted. Stephen Fry explains "humanism" and the meaning of life to him as someone who is non-religious. It doesn't really matter what your beliefs are but I think everything he says is pretty universal.

Just One Cheezy Post

What is love? I don't mean that feeling you get in your stomach when they smile or the way they tuck their shirt in the wrong way but it's just so adorable. I mean the kind of love that, I hate to say, most people never get to experience. There is a solid difference between loving someone and being in love with someone and I think I'm so lucky to have experienced both and to know what the difference is. 

I'm not claiming to be this professional "love guru" or that you should take anything I say seriously but I just think that the description of truly loving someone is beautiful. When you love someone, I mean truly love them, It's like when they walk by a park they're the reason the grass grows there... They don't know it but it's true. They're the reason you somehow get enough oxygen everyday and the reason that the sun shines the way it does. To you, they're the only reason that the planets are still aligned and the only reason gravity still exists. Every beautiful word that falls out of their mouth is like your favorite song on repeat and you don't care if it ever stops. You would call off work to hear this song and you would stop eating to hear this song and you think that's completely normal because love is a disease... The best damn disease you could ever hope to catch.

It's not something that I believe lasts forever or something that you can really accurately describe to someone, but the point is just that there is a difference... And also that I can't end a blog post properly for shit.  

NYC Bound

Hi guys! I sincerely apologize for not updating my blog in a few weeks. I've been in NYC doing some exploring :-)

Here's a peek at what I've been up to: