Tristian sighed as he walked around and mingled with the varying designers, stylists, and celebrities at Yasu's show. As much as he could appreciate Yasu's designs and knew why he got so much attention, he couldn't stand the actual man. Tristian knew that what he did was just as good, if not better, and he treated his staff better, but popularity wasn't judged on how you were as a person, unfortunately. Tristian just hoped he'd hit his big break soon, smaller celebrities were starting to wear his designs, but he'd yet to really cross into anything major. Hopefully, it was just a matter of time.

He took a sip of wine and looked around the room, wondering if anyone was intrigued by the clothes that he was wearing. They were bit of a preview for his upcoming line. He was wearing a two-toned purple blazer over a white shirt that had a white see through lace pattern, exposing the skin underneath. His pants were dark purple acid-wash jeans with a pair of black boots on his feet. He also was wearing a pair of silver and gold hoop earrings. His long straight hair was pulled in a low, but tight, side ponytail hang over the front of his shoulder. He'd finish off the long with a bit of mascara and smudged eyeliner and the slightest touch of light pink lip gloss.

Finally, the show was announced to start and everyone settled in their seats, and Tristian turned his eyes to the walkway, partially eyeing the clothes and partially the models. It was one of the colder parts of the business, but often models were casted right under the nose of other designers, and Tristian was always keeping his eye out for new models, especially with the debut of his upcoming line just around the corner. Most of the models were run of the mill of what to expect at a Yasu show, he always seemed to go for a certain type, though one man did catch his attention and he definitely needed to find out more after the show. If nothing else, the body type was exactly the one he needed for his new show, though the model also had the right aura about him as well.

He spent rest of the show alternating enjoying the designs and being mildly horrified that anyone would dare to call that design fashion. Though he knew many people were scoping out just what pieces to buy by the time the evening was over. He wouldn't even dare touch a Yasu piece, but then it was rare for clothes that weren't sewn by his own hands to touch his skin. Finally though, it seemed the show was over and now was the time to go looking for the model he'd seen earlier.