when Sotiris Georgiou asked me to participate in his fashion show, the smartphone couldn’t imprint the terror in my eyes, even though his proposal was followed by all the necessary information, such as that it was all about a bunch of friends who Sotiris would love to see them walking casualy in his clothes. it was tricky.
i accepted for Sotiris and for expanding my personal limits, which are very short, taking into consideration that i’m one of those who’re not able to answer not even to the simplest research on the streets that consists of a microphone-camera combination.
i said what the hell, at least i’ll have something to tell to my grandchildren (“and this is where granny fell of her platforms on the catwalk and
Heidi Klum Nicholas Villiotis stepped over her”).
Yesterday it was too late to cancel and today after the hair & make up preparation having the word STRESS written on my forehead in bold comic sans, Sotiris asked his styling director Christos Alexandropoulos to keep an eye on me and prevent a possible getaway.
enough said about me and my phobias. Sotiris and his team did a really good job, loved the long shirts and the capes and the vests and all the menswear. we had a wonderful time, all the girls and boys i met were very sweet and supporting each other until that dreadful personality test was over. i want to specially thank my sweetheart Christos who was answering patiently every time i called his name (about eighty times) and pulled me all together when my heart instantly stopped.