This is the first short film I created from my memoir- one of survival, dreams, and finding strength when you feel like you have none. See more📽️👉https://www.youtube.com/@FreeFallin1989

My memoir isn’t just being written — it’s coming to life. Every day, I’m sharing pieces of my story through an anime-style series, created from my real photographs, experiences, and journey in this industry. These aren’t made-up characters or fantasy shortcuts — they’re moments I lived, lessons I survived, and truths I wish someone had told me when I was starting out. This is storytelling in motion. A memoir unfolding in real time. Words, images, memory, and art blend together — right here, daily. Hollywood Modeling Skool has always been about more than modeling or acting. It’s about seeing behind the curtain, learning how to protect yourself, finding your voice, and understanding that your story matters too. If you’ve ever wondered what it really looks like to build a career, lose yourself, find yourself again, and turn experience into purpose — you’re watching it happen now. Thank you for being here, for supporting the process, and for being part of a community where creativity, truth, and growth are welcome. We’re not just learning the industry — We’re documenting it, transforming it, and reclaiming it. 💫🎬📖 See more 👉 https://www.youtube.com/@FreeFallin1989

Ultra Luxury Commercial Fashion Film! part 2

Ultra Luxury Commercial Fashion Film!part 1

Some of you may be too young to remember. Others will remember exactly where you were. Do you remember where you were when the Challenger shuttle exploded in 1986? I was alone in my apartment in Japan, practicing picking up popcorn with chopsticks. I remember concentrating so hard on not dropping it, while the television played in the background. It was all in Japanese, so I wasn’t fully following it. Then I saw it. An explosion on the screen. I didn’t understand the words, but I understood something terrible had happened. I dropped everything and ran to my agent’s house. “Gloria, what happened? What is going on?” I kept asking. Soon the other models arrived, and we all gathered around the television together — confused, quiet, and heartbroken. In the video I created, I placed a friend beside me. But the truth is, I was alone at first. That’s how memory works sometimes — we recreate it, soften it, make it survivable. History marks the world in big ways. But memoir remembers the small details — popcorn, chopsticks, a language you don’t understand, and the feeling in your chest when everything shifts. If you remember that day, where were you?