FICTITIOUS FASHION: The Boy Who Kept It All In

July 23, 2011

The photographer says to me “Just be natural, Caesar. Let goooo.” Yeah, it sounded just as corny now as it did then but I guess he knew what he was talking about. I mean, he did just shoot another cover for Vogue. So, we head up to some rooftop in Brooklyn and I’m trying to let goooo but all I can seem to do is clench up.

No, I wasn’t nervous about the shoot but about that goddamn street vendor food that was giving me gas. Things were all good, I’m with the makeup artist and all of a sudden I feel a gurgle in my stomach. “If you’re laying in your bed, and you feel something spread…” My mind went immediately to the childhood song, “Diarrhea.” And at that exact moment, the stylist’s assistant pulls out my wardrobe for the shoot: white boxer brief’s.

The shivers took over my body even harder than when I saw my first pair of knockers. I’m used to high pressured situations, but I’m not okay when that high pressure is trying to exit my body.
But if my agent taught me one thing, it’s to suck it up and get on with it. So I went to the rooftop and put on my happy face. See? It got a little awkward when someone told me to improvise a song and I jumped right in with “If you’re climbing up a ladder and you feel something splatter…” and no one laughed, smiled or, worst of all, finished for me. We wrapped pretty soon after that not because we got the shot but because I just couldn’t hold it any longer. I suppose it’s a lesson learned?
Model Caesar Stovall (RED MODEL MANAGEMENT)
Image courtesy of Models.com
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