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“They sayin’ the sky is the limit. How bitch? I’m moon-walking!” – Big Sean |
Quick Update
Alright, I know this write up is coming late, but this is my last field report from 2011. Heck, it’s gonna be my last field report write up for a long ass time. I’m no longer in DC, done with grad school and won’t be writing field reports for a while. No, the broad that wanted to sue me for posting an infield video hasn’t intimated me from posting; I will still be working on my lifestyle game. As a matter of fact, I am looking into buying my very own DSLR camera in 2012, that way I can cut out all the photographers and finna do it BIG by myself.
This post will be a great summation of the lifestyle I have been working on, and where I plan to take it in the future. Since it is my last post from 2011 and I have been receiving a lot of questions as to how I’ve been running and operating things, I will do an INTENSE break down of everything entailed in setting this up. So if you are one of the people who have been asking me about starting your own fashion magazine or modeling agency, this is the post you should read.
Let’s get it!
Background
For those who haven’t been following my lifestyle game, let me get you caught up to speed.
“If I have seen further it is by standing on the shoulders of giants” – Isaac NewtonI started a fashion magazine with two wings after being inspired by a post on the Roosh V forum. In essence, it’s a simple wordpress blog with a magazine theme template where we post images and videos of us at local fashion events. One of my wings, Psykat is a professional videographer so the video we were shooting was high quality and made us look legit! I am a smooth talker and was responsible for recruiting the models. And last, Prince P had a corvette convertible, which came in handy for the photo shoots we hosted and he would buy drinks and snacks for the shoots.
"Hell, there are no rules here - we're trying to accomplish something" – Thomas EdisonSo I hit the ground running, with nothing but my rational self-interest in building a lifestyle and social circle filled with models. I threw all the rules out the window. If you play by the rules, your results will only be as good as the rules let you be. If you play with no rules, the universe becomes your oyster, the possibilities are endless.
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| I Am Modeling the Best |
I have learned that whenever I want to do something new, the fastest way to shortcut the matrix is to find someone who has already done it and follow C.P.M., which stands for Copy, Paste and Modify. Whoever has already done it has gone through most of the trials and errors and has probably spent lots of $$$ in refining the systems. So I steal whatever he’s done and build from there. In my case I used Hugh Hefner of Playboy as the role model of the lifestyle I was aiming at, including stealing some things from him.
Fast-forward…After being banned from craigslist, where I used to post casting call ads for my magazine’s photo shoots, I decide to graduate to the big leagues and join a model specific site to post my casting calls. It’s not model mayhem or one model place, this one is free and is friendly to casting directors. What makes it even more awesome, some of the models on there pay $50 a month for premium membership and first dibs in being contacted by self-proclaimed casting directors like yours truly. This means some of the models on there are HEAVILY INVESTED and less likely to flake when I send them my casting calls since they’re paying to get first dibs. We call that FLIPPING THE SCRIPT.
I setup a personal profile as a casting director and put up my first ever casting call ad that I’ve refined over the course of 4 previous photo shoots. In scientific terms, it has EVOLVED through trial and error to become as optimum as possible in reeling in models and making sure they show up to my shoots. Even the follow up messages I send have been tested and scrutinized with excruciating detail as well as copied, pasted and modified from some of Playboys very own casting calls. Word!
Fast-forward, my inbox is flooded with 50+ models sending me emails attached with their photos and phone numbers saying they’re so eager to work with me. We filter out the ones we like and hold one-on-one interviews with the one’s we like, either in a bar or Starbucks, where we interview and ineffectively try to hit on them.
Almost No Shoot
Fast-forward, so the year is wrapping up and I had just finished doing the model interviews and was wondering to myself. Wednesday would be my last day in DC, and I have all these new models from the new site and haven’t yet done a photo shoot with any of them.
The thing that was holding everything back was finding a venue. We normally hold the shoots in a public location but I had planned to make things sexier by making the last shoot a “swimsuit/lingerie” shoot. I couldn’t host that outside because of the cold weather and pervs that would intrude and leer at the models.
After mass texting a bunch of girls in my phone asking about a venue, a girl that I met during fashion week months back and had been to one of our photo shoots says we can use the lounge in her apartment complex. I head there to check it out with Dave, and it is a dream come true.
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| The Perfect Venue |
If I could have envisioned a perfect place for a shoot this would have been it, it was a legitimate lounge. It was decked out with a bar, pool table, xbox 360 and kinect, 4 flat screen TVs, a private lounge inside and a music system throughout the entire place. I laughed and reminisced in the futile venues we had used in the past. I knew I was officially graduating to the big leagues.
Logistics
I arrived there with my wing and talent assistant, Mr. Hurgle. Every detail was planned out, including the ratio of guys to girls. No guys would be there unless they had a specific purpose.
Guys:
1 – Me (Talent Director) – I ran the whole thing and told the models what we were doing.
2 – Mr. Hurgle (Videographer and Assistant) – I needed an assistant to add to my posture, the more people you have working under you, the more important you look. In addition, Mr. Hurgle has a video camera and I wanted to capture the whole thing on video. The video footage we took ended up being pathetic because he’s camera was a piece of shit.
I have been going through photographers like condoms during these shoots. The first photographer, also our wing and partner in the magazine, was uptight when it came to shooting and us being unprofessional with trying to flirt with the models. He was more concerned with the “professionalism” of the magazine, and we were more concerned with trying to bang the models. So there was a conflict of interest. He pulled a fast one on us by trying to cancel a shoot because we didn’t have an ideal venue.
Always planning a few chess moves ahead, I had a backup photographer in tow, an Indian friend of mine from school, so we ended up using him. He was a lot easier to work with and did everything we told him to. However, he was a dick in sending us the pictures and videos at a reasonable time. Before the shoot he was eager and friendly, then after he’s done shooting our models, he acted like I didn’t exist and I had to pester him for the pictures and video. So by principle, I didn’t let him shoot the next shoot and moved on.
3 – Prince P (Photographer) – We needed a photographer and Prince P had just bought a DSLR camera. I decided to invite him as the main photographer, however after mulling it over, I remembered that Prince P is reliably unreliable when it comes to showing up to photo shoots on time. I needed to have a backup. Once again, always planning a few chess moves ahead, I had been talking to a photographer from the dc lair on twitter, and had told him to be on standby. The day of the shoot comes, and as suspected, I end up moving him up to main photographer. Good thing I prepared and had a backup otherwise we would have had a repeat of the last shoot, and have waited over an hour for a photographer to show up.
4 – Sheeno (Photographer) – Our initial backup, later moved up to main photographer, played the part well considering I invited him last minute.
5 - PTR (Snacks and Wine) – A wing of mine, I told him he could come as long as he brought girls or food and drinks. One thing these photo shoots need is alcohol, it loosens everybody up. A shoot without alcohol is doomed to fail. We always go with $3 wines, it’s cheap and still gives us the posture of appearing classy.
Girls:
8 Models – I had 10 models confirm for the shoot, and 8 showed up. As always, they will always be flakes for every photo shoot. This was the lowest percentage to flake out of all the shoots, and I attribute it to the new modeling site I was recruiting from, my highly refined follow up messages and doing the one-on-one interviews.
2 Girls – The hot girl lending us the venue was there, as well as a photographer girl I met at Mad Hatters during a fashion event. I invited her to help out; she played the photographer’s assistant, and was responsible for telling the models what poses to strike. Having her there was more valuable than I could have imagined! The pre-selection she gave us was insane compared to our previous shoots. The models felt comfortable having a girl tell them what sexy poses to strike. This completely removed the creepy photographer stereotype that we’ve run into in the past and were trying to avoid.
Game Time
So it’s Wednesday 6pm, game time rolls around, and the models start arriving. My phone starts blowing up with more than 3 models trying to call me at the same time. I have to put each one on hold to talk the other one. I start picking them up from the lobby and bringing them to the lounge. I had borrowed from Playboy’s casting calls, and told all the models to bring evening dresses and high heels. So during the course of an hour, the clerk at the lobby sees me go up and down the elevator bringing in hot girls wearing dresses and high heels and wonders what I’m up to. She’s cool with it and I extend the invitation for her to come to our shoot. Fast-forward an hour later and we have 8 models ready to shoot.
I lost two models on the way, I forgot to pick one up from the lobby since I was so busy and she left, and another claimed she couldn’t find the place so she left after waiting. She called me to bitch to me about not being able to find the place and said she would be leaving. I simply told her “Okay, take care”. She was speechless; she thought I was going to beg her to stay. I was in ultimate abundance; I had 8 models upstairs waiting for me, I could care less if she left.
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| Warming Up |
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| Getting Warmer |
I instruct the girls to start out by doing individual shoots with the photographer and his assistant in the private lounge. I make small talk with the rest of the models while they’re waiting in the main lounge. I was trying to be cheeky, or rather, break rapport and loosen things up, but was too buttoned up and in professional mode.
The good thing, Mr. Hurgle had no problem doing that. He loosened things up a bit and was joking with the models. The music we had playing in the background definitely helped with that. We shoot for about an hour.
After an hour and a half, I laugh and tell Mr. Hurgle and Prince P we’re going to start the swimsuit shoot next. I tell the models to change into their bikinis or lingerie and meet us in the private lounge. About 15 minutes later they start rolling in and we get to shooting.
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| Heating Up |
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| On Fire!!! |
In between the shoot I was flirting and trying to make moves on some models, but I appeared to be doing better with the married hot girl that let us use the venue. Some of the models had husbands or boyfriends, so I had written them off since it would be harder, and I had my eyes on two girls, a short snow bunny and a juicy black girl that is bound to end up in KING Magazine with a body like hers. Since I interviewed them one-on-one weeks earlier, it was easier to start flirting with them. There was an already established “Comfort” between us.
Since the shoot was on a Wednesday night, some of the models I interviewed couldn’t make iIt, so I had invited two models at the last minute that I did not interview. I noticed it was harder for them to fit in with the rest of the models, as well as for me to hit on them. We had not established any “Comfort” before the shoot, so they were still getting situated into everything; they kind of had the deer in the headlights look.
There was definitely something going on between me and the married hot girl. She’s really into fashion and with me running a fashion magazine and prancing around her lounge with swimsuit models in my fancy clothing and tie must have been flipping a million attraction switches. Her husband was supposedly coming to the shoot but her never showed up, he was late or something. I would just banter with her and resisted from trying to hit on her. I did not want to fuck up a good thing; having her let us use the lounge now, and possibly for future shoots, was worth too much to cough up.
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| Poppin' Bottles |
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| Stay Thirsty My Friends |
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| The Most Interesting Men in the World |
PTR eventually arrives with the food and wine, although over an hour late. We wrap up shooting and start to pop the wine bottles. We pour each model a glass of wine and toast to our magazine. Things became more loosened up once the wine started going around, including myself. I needed it the most, I normally don’t use alcohol as a crutch, but in this case I was. Trying to appear professional in directing the photo shoot as well as flirt with models was a hard task for me.
Mr. Hurgle had no issues and was just being his normal crazy self. He fared best out of all of us. During the shoot he dragged the model he was going for outside to the bushes were something happened, but I don’t know exactly what haha. He ended up being driven home by her.
Since it was a Wednesday night and some models had to work tomorrow, some models start leaving. We chill out and party with the rest for a while, and proceed to start hitting on them, with wine acting as the excuse for our behavior. The short model I was going for ended up having to leave because her mom was waiting outside to drive her home.
We end up wrapping up and start to clean up. All in, I can say I had a lot of fun. Definitely the most fun thing I did in 2011, and a good way to end the year. If we stuck to a routine of doing these swimsuit-shoots every 2-3 weeks, like we had set out before, this would absolutely be a brilliant way to build a lifestyle filled with beautiful women. I have experienced how Hugh Hefner lives and I can say, once you do, it’s hard for you to go back.
I’m taking a short break from the game, but plan to return and continue with building the Playboy lifestyle, and finna do it BIG! This time when I return, I expect to have my own crib, so the expectations will be huge.
Reality TV Show Offer?!?!
So I received a voicemail from some lady saying something about my fashion magazine, and since I’m a Black guy doing it BIG, she was asking if I wanted to appear on a reality TV show for TV One. It’s a lifestyle and entertainment channel for Black people with it's headquarters in Maryland.
Although I would have loved the posture, credibility and swag it would give me in building my Playboy Lifestyle, I am not in the stage where I can or want to be on a reality TV show right now. I chose not to take the offer…maybe down the line I might reconsider it.
But it did reaffirm the hustle I have been putting into this shit. Last year, I declared 2011 "The Year of the Blow Up!" Having a girl find my infield video, ending 2011 partying with swimsuit models and receiving an offer to be on a reality TV show I think qualifies as blowing up. I’m gonna keep it moving in 2012.
I’m thinking of calling 2012 “The Year of the Hustle!”
My next post will be an infield tribute to 2011 and wrapping up the year. Until then...
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