James – Modeling Agency Mogul

I met James a few years ago. He worked for Wilhelmina Models back then. I was invited to a fashion event at the old Amory at 23rd and Sansom Streets. I went with then ex girlfriend and long time friend, Michelle, (See Series: Michelle – 2007 to Present – A Brand New Day)

The event was mediocre at best. The Armory was a hot venue. I don’t mean popular, I mean no air conditioning in that old stone building. Also there was no access to the restrooms. So you had to go out into the alley, and go into a port-o-potty. Pretty awful. Michelle and I met some nice people and we got to see a few runway shows.

We were in the VIP section which was in the back corner of the room. So free drinks and ladies bringing sliders around for us to munch on. Michelle and I are all about free food and drinks.

But at one point during the night we meet James. He is a really nice affable guy that seems hip and stylish. His hair is sort of blondish and sweeps across his forehead. He is wearing a light blue seersucker suit. We chat for a bit and exchange business cards.

After a bit, Michelle and I were fed up with the place and were both sweating from the humid August heat. We said our goodbyes and headed across the park to a cooler watering hole.

I kept in touch with James after that night. We’d chat on the phone or email about movies and TV shows. If James hadn’t gone into the modeling business, he definitely should have been a movie critic. Whenever I read his posts on social media about some film he saw recently, it’s always an eloquent fair review of the film. I love movies, so naturally I’m a big fan of James.

I heard a couple of years ago he went out to Los Angeles to work for an agency out there. I figured him a natural for that city. Hip, cool, and tons of hot models. I was sure he’d kill it out there.

And kill it he did.

Recently he returned to Philly. I was shocked, so I asked him if we could meet up for lunch and find out what he was doing now.

We met at Misconduct on JFK. (Love the chicken tenders!) We caught up on generalities and then we got into it.

James said that it’s really expensive to live in LA. He and his girlfriend had a place in West Hollywood. He was doing really well at a big agency out there. He worked in talent acquisition for them.

Sounds great right? He said he was bringing in $18,000 a month for them, but seeing little return for his efforts. So after a couple of years they decided to pack it in and come back to Philly.

But the story doesn’t end there. James is opening a new agency of his own. He’s been in the business for years and has all of the contacts. They should have the actual brick and mortar agency up and running in two months. But right now he’s building the business so he can hit the ground running when they officially open for business. he’s even gotten investors!

I’m really proud of my friend, and wish him well in his new endeavor. I look forward to hearing more about his success in the near future. Maybe I should invest. Who knows? How bad would my life be surrounded by models. I’m a modelizer anyway!

Best of luck, James! The kid stays in the picture!

 

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Tales of Rock – Duff McKagan Drank So Much His Pancreas Exploded

I love rock and have been in several bands in my young life and I will write about them all in 2018 and beyond. These posts aren’t promoted as part of phicklephilly but I love writing about bands and the music biz in general. If I could add a Thursday post about wine, beer, and liquor i would have the perfect magazine for me. Wine, women, and Song! But these are the first ones and it’s mostly wild stories I remember, but as I write more of these they will go deeper about bands I’ve met and played with but I have to start somewhere, but I assure you it will grow, and I’ll add my experiences when I’m ready. But thank you for reading and continuing to follow me!

Oh, and one more thing… unlike phicklephilly these don’t pop up every morning at 8am. I think it’s more fun if I have these pop up a minute after midnight every Friday to close out your work week with a little secret prize at the bottom of the box.

It seems like a ridiculous understatement to say that Guns N’ Roses were party animals. A band doesn’t get the nickname “the most dangerous band in the world” by enjoying an occasional wine cooler. As if his body were deliberately trying to solidify the band’s reputation, Duff McKagan drank so much booze that his pancreas fucking exploded.

In a habit formed from spending so much time trapped in a confined space with Axl Rose (that’s not a joke — that’s actually the reason), McKagan used to spend his days in GNR trapped in a perpetual whirlwind of cocaine and a daily half-gallon of vodka. That is, before he made the more health-conscious decision to cut back to 10 bottles of red wine per day.

One day, however, his boozing was interrupted by his pancreas swelling “to the size of a rugby ball” and rupturing, leaking acidic pancreas juices that caused third-degree burns inside his goddamned body.

Duff survived the incident, which inspired him to stop treating his liver like he was using it to manufacture chemical weapons. His prodigious fluid intake might be gone, but tributes to its legacy are tucked away in (nearly) every episode of The Simpsons.

Duff is one durable motherfucker that new it was time to clean up. He is currently healthy and on tour with Axl and Slash!

 

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