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| Sydney by Fullofkittens 04/05/2008, 10:15pm PDT | ||||
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| At one point in my storied career as a failed musician I got a job working for an event coordinator friend of mine. He got a gig running the Olympus booth for Fashion Week, and paid me do tech support on the dozen or so iMacs they had there for the photographers to FTP (or "Fetch" if you'd rather) their photos to their offices so that they could be published a couple minutes after each show.
It sounds pretty glamorous and maybe if I was someone who knew who celebrities were it would have been; as it was it was 9 14-hour days of hanging out with the roughly 8-10 people that set up camp in the booth. One thing that I learned is that the hottest women I have ever seen, anywhere, were the assistants to the photographers in that booth. Another thing I learned is that photographers are total kleptomaniacs that will steal anything that isn't nailed down. But there is a part that relates to QB (and not just the part where I'm a relatively-ugly failure but still managed to get jobs where I was not fired): There were these two middle-aged Japanese men who claimed to be TV producers. They had cameras, although they only attended about 1 show a day; they hung out in the booth all day long. The freely admitted that they were there because they loved people watching and when the shows were over they were going to entice some male models back to their Battery Park apartment with drugs. I didn't actually ask about it but they were happy to regale me with their stories about how people think that San Fransisco and New York are the gay swinger's mecca, but no. It used to be Hong Kong, and now it's Sydney. They love Sydney, darling, that's their kind of town. They're there at least 9 months out of the year, the only thing that will draw them out is models. So yeah, Sydney: famous for poisonous wildlife and fabulous businessmen who like hardbodies. Oh, one other thing I learned that was interesting was that if you're a rich gay swinger it doesn't matter if you don't live near a grocery store because you can just call the concierge and they'll bring you "whatever your heart desires." |
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