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‘This guy should have shown his sorry ass like 15 minutes ago,” he thought grimly, “but here I am, waiting like a fool for something I thought would be worth it.”
Deciding not to bother any longer, he picked up his suitcase and started to walk. No hurry, like everybody else in Rogue. He, too, had been infected by the culture of the people here. Walk easy, eat easy, live easy.
‘Die easy.’ he silently cursed.
She looked up from her coffee and saw him got out from the building. With no apparent moves, she grabbed her phone and started to text, “Confirmed.”
Standing up, she’s watching him from the corner of her eyes. He seems not to notice but for safety measure, she decided to wore her large brimming hat. ‘Don’t need things to go south anyway.’ she chuckled.
She followed him at steady pace, not wanting to let him out of sight but still weary of him noticing. He stopped at the red light, crossing the street full of people and taking a left turn. She followed. He stopped to buy some random newspapers, savoring the taste of mid-noon weather and leaning on the newspaper stand. Checking people out. She disappeared.
When he was about to continue his walk, a soft hand stopped him, pointing at his chest, “You are not supposed to be here.” She tilted her head, eyes still covered by the brimming hat, lips smiling. “You are supposed to be dead, Morocco.”

I know about philosophy. I understand the value of exchanging ideas. I know a lot of good can come out of healthy skepticism especially when it comes to work that involves human life. But I also must contend that in the last 24 hours, the discourse in the criticism of KONY 2012 has entered the…
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Upsetting to read about so many deaths and suicides from models in the fashion industry via Sara Ziff’s Model Alliance, a not-for-profit organization that provides a platform for models and leaders in the fashion industry to organize to radically improve the conditions under which models work.
18-year-old Uruguayan model Eliana Ramos died of anorexia just six months after her model sister Luisel Ramos, 22, suffered a heart attack after stepping off a runway. In 2009, 20-year-old Korean supermodel Daul Kim, who walked in runway shows for the likes of Chanel, hanged herself in her Paris apartment just weeks after writing a blog entry that she was “mad depressed and overworked.” Last year, one day before Milan Fashion Week, 22-year-old French model Tom Nicon threw himself to his death from his Milan apartment, as did 26-year old Canadian model Hayley Kohle, and 20-year-old Russian Vogue cover girl Ruslana Korshunova, who leapt from her ninth-floor apartment in New York’s Financial District. Lucy Gordon, formerly the face of Cover Girl, hanged herself in her Paris apartment, and 24-year-old American male model Ambrose Olsen, whose work included campaigns for Hugo Boss and Louis Vuitton, hanged himself in New York. This tragic slew of deaths cannot be blamed on the industry alone, but suggest that models deserve healthier standards and need more support.
The Model Alliance is part of a growing movement worldwide to combat this exploitation.
For this reason, I have established the Model Alliance, a not-for-profit organization, with the assistance of fellow models and the Fashion Law Institute at Fordham Law School. Our goal is to work with progressive modeling agencies to give models in the U.S. a voice in their workplace and organize to improve their basic working conditions in what is now an almost entirely unregulated industry. How the industry treats its models influences the ideal presented in the magazines, and these images have a powerful, far-reaching effect on women in general.
from Sara Ziff founder of Model Alliance
Everybody dies.. But not everyone live.
That’s what crossed her mind whilst looking at the gigantic statue of Lady Justice. In Roque, time seems to slowly pass. At mid noon like this, people still walk at briskly pace, no hurry.
She’s been here for like what, three months? Surely by no means did she plan to stay. But here she is, still sipping the coffee while stealing glance at the major building in front of the plaza.
It’s been more than two hours, but still no sign for her sole reason being here yet. She sighed. This is obviously not going to be the leisure work-life balance she thought it would be. At least at first.
At the same time, within the building, a young man keep checking up his watch, tapping his fingers impatiently on receptionist desk.
‘This guy should’ve showed his sorry ass like 15 minutes ago,’ he thought grimly.
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