Kuyichi emphasizes his new ‘Love the World’ pay-off by choosing models who are conscious in life and is a huge fan off Dutch topmodel Marius Hordijk. He will be writing frequently for our blog and will tell us all about his interesting projects nowadays and his crazy modelling life!

Random pictures by Marius himself

MARIUS HORDIJK: "One Step at a Time"

"Now, I know models don’t have the reputation of being the brightest bulbs in the chandelier, but this is pushing it. During the Milan Fashion Week, I had to do something I have done before, but which has never stopped amazing me: I had to go to Milan to practice a fashion show. Placing one foot in front of the other, commonly known as walking, in a straight line until the end is reached (the end is signaled by a wall of cameras pointing at you like you just got targeted by 200 snipers who didn’t hide that well), which is the point where you turn around and retrace your steps. Don’t fall off. Don’t hit walls. I’d say most 2 year olds could pull it off on the first try. Yet here I go, 26 years old, practicing walking. You got to love all those TV shows where they try to convince you that being a model is a hard job.
But then, there is one tricky part in a fashion show, which, ironically, is not rehearsed: changing outfits. The part of the fashion shows that you don't see on TV. First, you stride elegantly across the runway, but then when you get backstage, you run like your fashionable ass is on fire to get as quickly as you can to the dresser or dressers, to help you change into your next outfit. The amount of stress on these minutes always depends on how much time you have between the outfits. During this Fashion Week, I was booked for the biggest show of the whole week. My excitement was quickly reduced to fear when I saw that the two outfits I had were so close together that I went to double-check with some people if it was correct or not. It was. When the dresser saw the numbers, she ran away in a panic, and I was afraid that was the last I would see of her, but later she returned, announcing she had two friends to help her in the hysteria which was about to unfold. I felt somewhat better. Then it was showtime. The first outfit went as predicted, then the moment came. I sprinted, and by the time I arrived at my dressers, I had my tie untied, my shoes unshoed, and my pants partially unpantsed. Halfway there. I am not sure what happened exactly in the next 48 seconds, but there I was, ready with outfit number two! Wow! And so far, they've only screamed my name three times, and only the last time a profanity was used! I was doing well. I headed to the part of the backstage where last checks are done, and the Man himself pushes you out. Right before the Man reached out for me, someone else grabbed me with surprising force and a look of panic in his eyes. He bent over slightly and fixed one thing. I hardly had time to realize what he did before the Man grabbed me and pushed me onto the runway. On the runway, I had trouble not smiling from ear to ear, realizing what he had just prevented. Otherwise, I would have gone on the runway, in front of thousands of people, rows full of celebrities and a battalion of photographers, giving them my best suave walk and my most amazing blue steal look, with my zipper wide open".

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