“I feel like that too,” one wrote. “Like I’m performing all the time.”
“Forget the angles today, Leo,” she said, handing him an oversized, paint-stained sweater. “I don’t want you to model the clothes. I want you to wear them. I want you to look like you just climbed out of a treehouse.” a boy model
The next time Gregor told him to look “hungry,” Leo thought about pizza, not fame. And when the shutter clicked, Gregor smiled. “I feel like that too,” one wrote