i call that one "I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANT FROM ME I'M BAD AT THIS LET'S PLEASE STOP." but then shitler stepped in and said "you would be a terrible model. you don't know how to take direction" and ripped the bouquet from my hand and demonstrated, to a tee, what the photographer wanted.
and then i tried one more time.
and still failed.
so the moral of the story is that it was shitler's day, he's a way better model than i will ever be, and also i'm terrible at taking direction.