Me and my model Roro [I love to call her that just because I started taking photos of her and now she goes at castings and runway shows here in Romania, so I give myself a bit of credit for her success] went out tonight and had the most wonderful time. I’m used to bringing my camera with me all the time, and thank God I had it today (even if it hardly fitted into my quilted, golden handbag) because it was a bit of a bore at “Gladiator” club here in Resita, Romania.

After having dinner at this place, we decided to go and party a bit. We both wore high heels which was fun, even if we were one head taller thano most boys in the club. But we didn’t care. It’s a bit empowering when you are with a person that shares your hight, it’s easier to walk through a crowd were people stare at you. So thanks Roro, for minimizing my fear of walking in high heels (I’m so sick of flats).

I loved her huge handbag in which she literally had clothing, make-up and God knows what else. I know, a model has to travel a lot! We both love orange Fanta. Sick, I know. It’s her fault. She started it. How fierce is her stare in the last picture? I look like I’ve seen a ghost. Exactly that is why she is a model and I’m not, lol. After the club we just started taking pictures of ourselves pretending to walk on a runway. People actually stared and laughed, I hope to think they stared at either her breasts or my camera. We didn’t really care. Anyway, here she is “working” IT:

Fun times means memories. I will surely have lots of great ones.