Discover, shop and express your style

♫ passion pit - take a walk

here you go @ribbonsandkisses and @paula-v
oh and i changed the bio up a bit so you might wanna paste this version into the group :P

Name: Landon Nicolson
Age: 23
Likes: cigarettes, his bike, his family, his nikon and jeans
Dislikes: his soon to be ex wife, high maintence women, suits, models
Bio: Landon never thought he would end up at Vogue. Especially since he pretty much despises fashion and everything that goes along with it, mostly because of his soon to be ex-wife. It's the typical photographer and beautiful model story where they met on set and fell in love, except she cheated and now they hate each other. All he thinks of models are that they are shallow materialistic women and promises himself that he will never fall for another one. The only problem is, is that all he'll be doing at Vogue is interacting with models, but Landon knows he has to do whatever he can to put money in his wallet.
Job: photographer
Relationship Status: Soon to be divorced
Model: Sean O'Pry
Storyboard/Collection: http://www.polyvore.com/landon_nicolson_gny/collection?id=1957333
Taken by: @nadia
 

Landon Nicolson;

"Give her whatever she wants." I told my lawyer, hating these meetings, "I just really want to be divorced."
"I want your bike, Landon." My current, but hopefully soon to be ex-wife smirked at me from across the large table.
I widened my eyes, "You hate my bike! Okay, how is this justice?" I turned towards my lawyer, "She cheats on me and I'm willing to give her whatever she wants, just to stop being married to her and now she wants my bike. I should be the one trying to make her suffer!"
"Well I've realized how valuable it is." She smirked at me from across the table.
"Well screw you." She's not getting anything. She f.ucked me over and she's not getting a dime of the money I earned." I leaned back in my chair knowing that we were getting nowhere today, "I have to go. I have a meeting at work." I stood up and grabbed my jacket off the back of the chair and walked out.
I looked down at the watch on my wrist, seeing that I would be late for the shoot if I didn't hurry up. I jetted off on my bike towards the studio and as quickly as possibly I got there.
"You're late!" I heard the screech of the producer standing there. She glared at me as she held my camera bag in her hand.
I nodded, "I was with my lawyer." I shrugged, grabbing the bag out of her hand, "So who or what am I photographing today?" I asked her as I put the camera strap around my neck as I smirked. I knew who was; probably some idiot model. My soon to be ex-wife was a model and I hated her most of all, but Vogue paid me well and I couldn't complain about that.
"Those two models." She nodded over to the girls standing by the craft services table, not eating. 
I rolled my eyes, "Alright, I'm ready."
"Ladies! Were ready." The producer yelled out as I greeted the two of them, but all they did was mumble hellos and roll their eyes. What was it about models and being complete b.itches?
The editorial was about signature pieces for fall or some sh.it. I really didn't care though.
I started shooting and soon after I saw my friend and roommate out of the corner of my eye.
I raised a brow and kept shooting, "What are you doing here Adam?" I asked him.
He shrugged, "I didn't have any shoots so I wanted to see what my best friend was doing." He smirked.
I rolled my eyes, "That means you came here to hit on the models."
He grinned, "And what's wrong with that?"
"You're a d.ick. Didn't you go out and sleep with that one model last week?" I questioned him as I kept taking the photos.
"Yeah and that ended so I want someone to distract me." He said, waving to the models that grinned at him.
To be totally honest, Adam was a complete a.sshole. The only reason I didn't completely hate him was because we grew up together, but that doesn't change the fact that he's a d.ick, especially when it comes to women.
"Right." I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't hate him too much. After Allison and I separated he let me move into his two bedroom apartment so I couldn't complain. He was also a fellow photographer, mostly freelance because he came from money.
"Don't judge me!" He narrowed his eyes at me, "If you weren't so mopey over the divorce you'd be with me."
I rolled my eyes, "I was never like you, even when I was single."
He scoffed as I stopped taking photos, thinking I had enough.
"Is that it?" My producer asked as I started looking through the photos.
I nodded, "I think that's it."
She nodded her head, "Edit them and have five done by the Saturday. See you later." She said walking away.
"So do you want to go get a drink?" Adam asked as he eyed the models.
I shook my head, "I have work to do."
"…Yeah, got it. I'll be right back." He said, walking away towards the models and I shook my head, packing up my camera. He was probably going to do them both tonight.
Show all items in this set…

Similar Styles

About