31/10/2026
I have to guard the door to my photography room like it's a matter of national security.
One moment of carelessness, one door left slightly open, and suddenly there's a model on set.
Never mind that nobody invited him. Never mind that he doesn't fit the concept of the shoot, his paws are filthy, and every carefully arranged piece of fabric now needs washing.
His Majesty has arrived. His Majesty has made himself comfortable. And His Majesty will be modelling.
On his own terms, obviously.
First, a spectacular yawn. Then a look of complete contempt. And finally, a nap.
And to think I spend all that time worrying about composition, lighting, and maintaining the elegant aesthetic of a premium brand.
The model, meanwhile, couldn't give a rat's arse about any of it. 😂