Paris, Mon Amour: Grace Hartzel Works the Chicest Looks of The Fall Season

[sharpener crunchs]

[Hamish] After some deliberation,

noted American fashion model Grace Hartzel,

decided it was time to walk down a different path

than the catwalks of Europe she was used to.

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She informed her agent immediately.

[phone beeps] Who was understanding

if not enthusiastic of the achord.

[telephone rings] over the next five days,

Grace would attempt a number

of different vocational roles,

for which she felt her unique professional skillset--

Yes.

[Hamish] maybe better suited.

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[files thuds]

This is time varying between photo shoots

but encouraged an interest in the operational side

of publishing.

[Girl in black trousers] Called for me?

[Hamish] But Grace Hartz,

since elementary school--

Right now.

[Hamish] found her mind wandered during activities

that were more administrative in nature.

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Proximity to beauty was an attractive feature

of any prospective work Grace wished to undertake.

Hi?

I'd like a bouquet,

something simple please.

I've got just what you need.

[Hamish] It was the accidental acquisition

of a library book on Ikebana at age 12,

that helped to marry her appreciation

for form with function.

Nevertheless, her approaches

to floral arrangement veered toward the abstract

she struggled to maintain a Cleon towel.

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Sensing flowers were not her forte.

Grace was fortunately a dedicated follower of fromage.

She had in fact first been scouted

at a factory producing cheesecake

in the Missouri mold, aged 15.

Am having some friends over later

and I was just wondering what your [mumbles] would bring.

Hmm.

[Hamish] And if there was one unflinching truth

that the world of fashion had instilled

in Grace from her first trip down the runway

was 'the great taste is timeless.'

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At a party when she was 19,

an acquaintance commended Grace's eye for color.

She had since quietly believed

this capability might be translated

into making art.

[Grace] Don't move, don't breathe.

No, no.

Feel that.

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No, no.

Everyone leave.

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Who am I?

I'm the office.

Look, look at her.

Look at me.

[Hamish] If not professionally,

then at least as a devoted hobbyist

who might show in a smaller no less reputable

second tier city gallery.

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[screams]

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[Hamish] She considered her options on this rainy day

in the most beautiful city in the world.

Grace figured that the most rewarding jobs,

[phone beeps] are the ones that feel

the least like work.

And in that moment, Grace Hartzel realized

she was exactly where she needed to be,

moving forwards one foot in front of the other.

This was the skill that came most

effortlessly to her after all.

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