Anyone here in the business have insider secrets or dirt about the industry? I just recently came across one.
I just started working as a front desk agent for a prestige hotel in Paris, many of our guests are designers and models. Most recently Rick Owens. I was forced to sign a disclosure agreement upon employment. But whatever fuck it.
Rick Owens "orders" around 5 to 15 wedding cakes to be delivered his room every night. It's super hush-hush and are usually delivered through the back entrance.
The creepiest part is I never see the cakes leave, just delivered.
Rick here still
Also I laugh that faggots wear my guilty line of clothing when I put as much effort to make the designs as the buyers make when thinking about their purchase
Also, they are clown shoes, for clowns and fashion victims
YOU LITTLE FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT ASS MOTHERFUCKER!!!
I FUCKING KNEW when I first entered your so called 'hotel' and saw your bitch ass monkey child face at the reception, that you were a little bitch! NOBODY was to know about the wedding cakes! You think you're safe posting on this image board huh? I fucking know who you are and your ass will soon be unemployed + sued to hell and back! NOBDOY FUCKS WITH RICK OWENS MOTHERFUCKER! NOBODY!
I saw Rick Owens at a grocery store in Paris yesterday. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for style advice or anything.
He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?”
I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen energy bars in his blistered leather exploder without paying.
The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to lace up his geobaskets and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.
When she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “because fitness is modern cootoor,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each bar and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.
>At first he kept pretending to lace up his geobaskets and not hear her