The screenshot above is from Forever 21 - distributor of generally cool clothes. Generally.
But, they also seem to be decent folk. Or their Art Director is a lazy POS.
Ok - imagine you're a "Male Model" and you get the call - "Work!"
Immediately, visions of food - glorious food! - and gas and at last, a little cash for somethin' special like a toothbrush - spring to mind. You don't think, you just GO!
The card says, "Forever 21," the people at the door seem friendly, the Assistant Art Director offers some coffee - glorious coffee! - and you're led into a dressing room with... "Sketched Floral Tank top."
Suddenly, you feel scammed. "I gotta wear...THIS?!" And those skinny jeans feel just a little bit tight. Paycheck's are overrated.
"NEXT!"
And POOF! A few flashes, a few poofs of foundation and there you are, signing the freaking talent release.
WTH?!
Yep. WTH, indeed. Just look at that face - he's speakin' to the bro's back under the overpass - "Dude. I like...hate this gig. But tonight, Micky D's on me!"
SALUTE mail model. And DOUBLE salute to you lazy Art Director for letting the poor guy show us how he really feels about that gawd-awful tank top.
