You may not know who any of these people are,
but you definitely know the people they've styled.
These stylists use their visions
to help shape and push the culture through fashion.
Now, some people might think what they do is easy...
I mean, how hard is it to put designer clothes
on beautiful people, right?
Well, style may be eternal, but taste is subjective,
and it can be harder than you think...
Especially because the Internet never forgets.
So, why did I decide to focus on styling
instead of actual design?
Oh, probably because the First Lady of America
basically wrote to me personally
and told me that I am, quote, "the future of fashion."
"Zoey, fantastic work. Best, Michelle."
Okay, whatever.
I'm reading in between the lines.
So, once I realized styling was my thing,
there was no way I was gonna waste another second.
Time to start building my portfolio.
Hey, guys.
The Zoey Johnson Styling Experience
is officially open for business.
So swipe up. Link in bio.
And tag a friend you think would enjoy.
Now let the experience begin.
♪ Watch out, world, I'm grown now ♪
♪ I'm grown ♪
♪ Learn something new every day ♪
♪ I don't know, so I'm-a feel my way ♪
♪ Got the weight of the world on me ♪
♪ But no regrets, this is what I say ♪
♪ Watch out, world, I'm grown now ♪
- ♪ I'm grown ♪ - ♪ You can tell me ♪
♪ My heart beating so loud ♪
♪ Mama, look, I'm grown now ♪
♪ I'm grown ♪
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So, the first week of the Zoey Johnson Styling Experience
wasn't exactly what I imagined.
In fact, things were so bleak, I got removed from Yelp
for posting too many fake reviews.
But things took a turn when the twins decided
I could help rebrand them from "All-American" girls...
to something more sophisticated
in hopes of getting followers and money
to push products on the 'Gram.
And so far, we were on our way.
Oh!
Guys, this is such a moment.
You don't even know.
Cool. But why does this "moment"
have us looking like 40-year-old white women
in those black-and-white movies with no black people in them?
What are you talking about?
This is very excellent, very vintage knock-off couture.
Wait, so dead people wore this? Oh, my God.
We really appreciate you trying to have a vision
for our rebrand, but we're trying to get
to that Chastity Decas Cal U banner level, you know?
This is easily a 10K-a-month feed.
Chastity Decas?
But y'all are just so much... better than that.
Oh, no, no, no. I know I'm not better
than her 500,000 followers and athletic sponsorships.
Same. And you don't see her
wearing haunted shit that some ghost bitch wore.
Mm.
All right. They do not understand what "vintage" means.
We've had this ghost conversation three times.
I'm trying to rebrand you as fashionable, classy athletes.
And think about it... our last post
got 200 new followers, so...
This post of Chastity dry-humping a basketball
got her 5,000 likes.
We want dry-humping numbers!
Y'all talking about Chastity Decas?
Uh... Uh...
Damn, she's fire.
Thank you.
Not helping.
And unfollow her!
Ceviche? Really?
You know, scientists say that shrimps
have the most feelings of any living thing.
Mm. Hey, um, hot tip for ya...
if you're gonna be, like, the non-rent-paying fourth roommate,
maybe keep your vegan judgment to yourself.
Harsh, harsh.
But I understand that's just the mercury talking
from all that raw fish.
- Mm. - Not you.
Thank you. Appreciate that, Luca.
Bon appétit, chief.
Posts like these just don't feel like you guys.
Look, being a nationally ranked athlete
isn't enough to get paid.
But being IG famous will help us
get those endorsements we need.
Yeah. I mean, the Gonzalez twins,
Michelle Jenneke... sure, they're all great athletes,
but looking good is what got them to that next level.
Those girls are making hella bank.
Just seems so... basic.
And I'm here trying to make art.
You know what isn't basic? Making money.
We have a four-year window as Cal U athletes,
so it's now or never.
Sorry, girl. But maybe you're just not the stylist for us.
Wait.
Um, are they firing me?
Could the Zoey Johnson Styling Experience
be over before it began?
How could Michelle Obama have been so wrong?
Um, hold on.
Um...
could you guys give me one more shot?
So, no more ghost clothes?
No more ghost clothes. Done.
Mm-hmm.
Thank you.
Excuse me.
What's up, bitches?
Nothing's up. Noth... The elevator is going up.
- That's about it. - Yeah.
Although the new direction isn't exactly what I envisioned
for Jazz and Sky, I delivered.
Now... is it something I'm putting in my portfolio?
Probably not.
But I pivoted, leaned into my clients' vision,
made them happy, saved my first job, so...
Basically, killing the game.
- Zoey, props! - Oh, hey.
You have the twins looking fire in that new photo.
- It's trending hard. - It's trending?
Oh, yeah. It's being reposted by LADbible,
Egotastic, Barstool Sports...
I don't know what any of those sites are,
but trending is good!
Oh, yeah. So, these are the sites I hit
when I want to look at porn but I'm in a public place
and I can't look at real porn, you know?
Wait, what?
Oh, my God!
Zoey, where did you think this whole rebrand thing
was going when you had them posing
like they were fused at the, uh...
- you know. - Hoo-haa.
Well, I thought I was gonna be doing something provocative
and, uh... European.
Not something that would compel Morphman88 to admit
that "the Forster twins got him on an all-ass diet."
- Mm. - Yeah.
Morphman had a lot to say...
- He really did. - Look, y'all are trippin'.
This is exactly what we wanted.
Look, Sky and I got 2,000 followers
in the last three hours.
Yeah, for selling smut.
It's not smut, grandma. It's sexy.
Sky and Jazz are taking control over their own image...
- Yes. - ...and making it work for them.
I think it's empowering.
Yes, and I feel very empowered.
For our next post, Copper Calves reached out to us,
and they want us to model in their compression socks.
- And only socks? - Oh, God.
Okay, I just have no clue how going from
vintage knock-off couture to Copper Calves
isn't a total downgrade.
Because the Copper Calves people know that
their target customers are sitting
in their mother's basements, spending the day... you know.
- Jerking it. - Whatever.
I don't care what they're doing,
as long as we're getting looks.
Check Instagram: Everybody is doing it...
No, I don't care if everybody's doing it.
Bro, this is my girl. You understand that?
- Uh-huh. - Okay.
Why is she not answering?
Dude, would you relax? She's probably just busy...
having sex with other people.
Oh, that shit's funny?
I mean, it's pretty funny, yeah.
Yo-yo, she is Barstool Sports'
"Smokeshow of the Day," and you're dating her.
And I'm constantly spotted with her.
Let's just, you know, all take the win.
In what world is this a "win," Vivek?
His girl is out there.
From the sounds of it, she's not coming back. Hmm.
No, I'm about to go find her and make her take this trash down.
No, Bro, think about it, all right?
Jazz is an independent, progressive girl.
What does that have to do with anything?
W-Well, Kanye would never tell Kim
to delete her nudes, all right?
O-Offset would never have told Cardi B to cover up the side boob.
Yo, but those dudes already knew what they were getting into.
Why am I even talking to you about this?
Doug, buddy! Man, listen.
Just hear me out. One more thing.
Can you tell Jazz I said hi?
Please?
- I'm boss. - Thank you!
Peaches. Little eggplants.
The drooling faces.
The dregs of the Internet are in your comments,
and they just wandered through the forest into mine.
See? You style a thirst-trap picture,
that's what you get.
Oh. Doug keeps blowing me up.
I'm-a catch you guys later, okay?
- Okay. - Later.
- Bye. - Bye.
Sky, are you cool with all this?
Am I happy that Smokepurpp is DM'ing me
saying that he wants to do weird stuff to my feet?
No. Will I do anything for my sister?
Yes.
And I'll do anything for my friends.
But the Internet is forever,
and I just wish I could take my name off of this mess.
W-Why are you so proud of this?
You've given away all the mystery.
Please! I'm not naked.
It's the same thing as being in a bathing suit.
Okay, but even if you was making this same face fully clothed,
I'd still have a problem with how thirsty you look.
Like, you don't see
the disrespect to the both of us?
Hold up. You're liking thirsty booty pics
from random chicks every day.
How is that not disrespectful?
It's different.
They just pictures. That's not real to me.
Exactly. So are mine.
Just pics. Not real.
Us... we're what's real.
Baby, please listen to me.
No. Look, all I know is,
is when I met you, you was low-key.
You was cool.
I-I'm not used to all of this stuff.
You know, I don't like dudes looking at my girl this way.
That's not what I signed up for.
Look, I'm only doing this so that Sky and I
can have better opportunities. That's it.
I'm not checking for any of these dudes
or their comments unless it comes
from a top-three brand that can pay me.
That's it, okay?
Just trust.
Okay?
All right.
Ooh. Thank you, thank you.
I tried to broker the peace,
so I convinced everyone to ignore
the outside world for a little while.
I know I needed a break from watching
my professional reputation crumble in real time.
Hello, my brethren.
- Here. - Oh, here, here.
Okay, that sounds fun, but we have to stop.
Do you really wanna stop?
Yes.
- Okay, little mama. All right. - Girl!
Twins have entered the building.
- Ooh! - There they go. There they go.
- Oh. - Ooh, I want some of that.
Hey. Crazy day, huh?
Please don't talk to me.
Cool. Yeah, cool.
Hey, Luca, are you still a vegan?
Are you vegan, Luca? Luca, are you still vegan?
I can't remember. It's so good.
- Are you still... - Bro. Those wings are made
from genetically modified chickens with no heads,
- two hearts, and no parents. - Mm.
- I'm offended. - Yeah.
But these modified chicken orphans are, like, so delicious.
It smells so good, right?
Hey, sorry to bother you. I was just wondering
if I could take a picture with you guys.
- Nah, bro. - I'm cool.
- Oh, come on. - It'll make him go away faster.
For what?
Hello.
- Yo, what the hell?! - What are you doing, man?
- Oh! - Oh, my...
Oh, my God.
Hi, guys.
Looking to reinvent your look
or possibly implode your personal relationships?
Well, why don't you hire the Zoey Johnson Styling Experience?
So, what was intended to be a stress-free night
was anything but.
Asses were grabbed, punches were thrown,
and everybody left feeling worse than ever.
Especially Jazz and Doug.
I don't need no ice.
So then tell me what you want me to do.
Oh, now you want my opinion?
This whole thing went down because of you.
Me? I didn't grab my own ass.
Yeah, but you put it out there,
and now I'm the one that has to defend it, right?
- This isn't about you. - Uh-huh.
This is about what's best for me and my sister.
Okay, but it's not best for us.
What do you want to do, Doug?
I don't know.
I'm-a take some time to think about it.
Uh-oh.
Oh, God.
I just feel like this is all my fault.
Yeah, I get that.
You do realize it's a figure of speech, right?
Look, when I was working on my Michelle Obama showcase,
my work was cool, but you finessed it.
Yeah, but all I did was add a few things.
And it was fire, 'cause it was you.
This Jazz and Sky stuff, you're not feeling it
'cause it's not you.
And if you're gonna put your name on something,
it should always be something you're feeling.
Right.
Well, this can't be the way my first gig ends.
So don't let it.
Yo, where you been? Did you not see Zoey's text?
She wants to talk about ideas for our next post.
Yeah, I saw.
Okay, so let's go.
I was really thinking we could do, like,
- the body paint with the Copper Calves. - Jazz. Jazz,
I gotta be real with you.
I'm not feeling this, like, at all.
What are you talking about?
It's just...
you know, last night was a lot.
From the fight to those thirsty dudes staring at us,
and... you've heard Dad's voicemails.
Yeah. But think about it.
It'll all be worth it when we land a real endorsement deal.
I don't think so.
If being a Insta-thot is what we need to do
in order to make money, I'm not down for that.
But we had a plan.
This was never the plan.
So you're just gonna bail on me now?
- No. - You're really gonna do that?
I just wanna work hard and run track.
- That's it. - Okay.
- I'm out. - Cool.
- Please... - I got you.
Nope, that's fine.
Sorry I'm late.
Um, Sky isn't gonna be joining us.
It's just gonna be me doing the photo shoots from now on, okay?
- Is everything okay? - No.
It's not. But, um, whatever.
It's fine. Let's just do this.
No, come on. Talk to me.
You always listen to me complain.
Honestly, I'm just tired of trying to defend
my choices about my body to other people.
And you shouldn't have to.
So then why is everybody coming at me?
You know what? Look, I've actually been
thinking a lot about your rebrand,
and what Nomi was saying about empowerment
and owning your sexuality.
And, sure, I 100% agree,
but I do feel like we went about it the wrong way.
- The wrong way? - Yeah.
See? Everybody's with this modern-feminism bullshit,
and how "women have control over our bodies,"
but, like, forever, everyone's had control over my body,
from what time I wake up
to how long I work out to what I eat.
And now, for the first time, I'm taking control for myself,
and everyone's telling me I'm doing it the wrong way.
Sorry. That's not what I meant.
Nothing you're doing is wrong.
But I just feel like we could have been more strategic,
more unabashedly you in the way that you do it,
in the way that we do it.
And I really want to help you out.
But you're gonna have to trust me.
Okay. I trust you.
Thank you.
Mnh...
Damn it!
Oh, no.
Dude! It's almost noon.
Wake up! We fell asleep.
- Come on. Get up. Get up, get up! - Okay, okay, okay.
- Put your shoes on. - I'm up.
Shh, shh, shh!
I'm up. I'm up. Okay? I'm up.
For the record, I've never fallen asleep
before satisfying a woman.
- Gross. - It's just not who I am.
You know what? You might have to sneak out the window.
- We're on the fifth floor. - But what if someone is home?
Oh, you know what? I can actually track them.
Oh, thank God.
We're good! They're across campus.
We're good. But you still gotta go.
Come on.
Come on, pretty boy. Out.
Please don't tell Nomi.
Wooooow.
Interesting.
Oh.
Oh, my God.
- I love it! - Yeah, so do I.
All right. Now...
let's post it and see what the world thinks.
If there's one thing that social media has made obvious,
it's that sex still sells.
And since everyone's a brand,
finding your version of sexy is more important than ever.
And when you find it...
...your new image might be a hit...
or it might hit a nerve.
But in the end, what it has to be most of all
is true to you...
...and it has to be something you stand behind
and believe in.
Now this... this is you.
'Sup?
Morning.
Damn it.
Who ate my leftover wings?
I was looking to top off my wake-and-bake with those.
Couldn't tell you.
Are you sure you don't know?
- Are you serious right now? - Mm-hmm.
You really think I would put that toxic energy
from processed animals into my body?
Ahimsa.
"Do no harm."
Maybe you need to get right with your Sanskrit.
Cool. Yeah, I was just asking
'cause you have dried buffalo sauce in your dread.
Wooooow.