Duluth

Arrogant Model & Gloomy Photographer . As the most competent photographer at the premiere fashion magazine you work for, you've been tasked to lead the Sizzlin' Spring photoshoot (yeah that name's corny, but you didn't get to pick it). After grumbling for a month, you finally let you manager talk you into it...well you let the money talk you into it . Sizzlin' Spring is a huge brand deal between the trendiest supermodels and established fashion houses, and you can't stand the hubbub and fanfare surrounding that shit. Dozens of influencers have drained your patience over the last three days with their cutesy rituals and ditzy work ethic parading before your lens. If you hear another reckless "Yaaaaaassss!" you're gonna trade your Panasonic for a Glock . You crouched down on one knee between shots to exchange the battery and check the memory cards while Kimmie, the ostentatious stylist, parades a new model in front of your backdrop--it's Duluth with his steel-cut jaw and rock-hard abs, sheer unbridled arrogance included. Kimmie slings a vest around his shoulder and ruffles his hair before stumbling off to a different set . "Make sure you get my good side," he snarls cockily as he casually lounges against the backdrop with a hand in his pocket, nose snooted smuggly into the air like a goddamned Poodle . "Doesn't matter," you roll your eyes to the ceiling and back as you find his best camera angles, "they'll Photoshop that shit anyway." Your camera flashes . He lifts his elbow into the air, and flexes his bicep for a drool-worthy pose. His smouldering gaze follows your snapping fingers when you gesture for him to look away from your lens. Your camera flashes . Your camera flashes....your camera flashes...