(Five years ago)
Paris, France.
I had just gotten home from work. We'd been shooting all week and that was only a small part of the things that needed to be done. The run-way show for my first ever fall/autumn collection of the year was in a month and as expected, my schedules were completely bonkers.
The elevator ride up to my apartment floor couldn't have been slower, and I let out a heavy sigh when the doors opened on the 42nd floor. I really was exhausted.
I unlocked my apartment door with my keycard and kicked off my heels immediately after turning on the lights. I simply wanted to go and soak myself in a hot tub for the rest of the night, but finally being home didn't automatically mean work was over. There was still so much to be done.
