Dreamers of the world
What I’ve learned from both these gents is something mega-important: likeability. You must have it if people are going to buy your merch let alone give you the time or chance to sell it to ‘em. Being in sales myself I’ve learned this as well. I sell dreams and lifestyle, multi-brands and experiences but not everybody likes me…
Just kidding, EVERYBODY LOVES ME.
But go on read the rest! I profiled Shane and Derek, two Canadian entrepreneur friends of mine making it in the big bad world with their wacky products and I dig it man!
ps. right? I get a matching remix watch too #Spoiled.
Gettin’ ready for the Ski Show. My second batch of shots has arrived, tackle time.
Here I am changing in a sandwich shop because it was raining and I was cold. The guy had just closed for the night, saw me coming walked back up the stairs and began unlocking it and I say up to him you are SO going to hate what I am about to do in there. The ATM wasn’t even working so why was he letting me in at all period? Was he going to make me a burger too? Have you ever had a forced awkward conversation about food with a stranger with your turtleneck strangling your face? No shame all fame.
I am a good camera girl I mean, come on. Those things are a cinch. Provided someone else does all the settings and all you gotta do is do the lens thing properly which is the best part anyway because it makes you look like a real photographer. Always put your hat on backwards too 1. so the brim doesn’t get in the way 2. you mean business. Cameras are a great way for sneaking in to places or standing right at the front of the stage pretending to take pictures because you already took 300. Don’t even get me started on press/photo passes.
I was putting a black shirt on over a black t-shirt but it looks like I haven’t done anything at all.
And then I smiled my way in to a Marlies game. Weren’t serving beer anymore so left after 4 seconds. I love sneaking in to stuff.
Or officially supposed to be there, either or, I like to be there. Damn I am so poetic today.
Those boots were my mom’s, she never wore em and this was my first time. Brought the pants together me-thinks. Styled by Craymi. At first I had a baby blue tee on and it was amplifying me like a beam of golden zeusplosion I think it hurt colleague’s eyes.
Bye for real this time. See you again at 3pm. Which in Raymi Standard Time Zone means 4pm.