my life is filled with gorgeous models
Ok, that’s not entirely true. I stopped in at Borders Books on my wet ride in today. I wanted to check out the new Intersection magazine, a very slick new mag about cars. Kind of a Wallpaper magazine meets any car magazine. Some funky looking autos in those pages mixed with euro-models showing you ummm…the highlights of the cars? I am looking at the Intersection mag and all the other Wallpaper inspired magazines of which there seem to be way too many these days, and I overhear these two blond girls, dressed to the nines in full length brown leather trenches, discussing some early morning rainy outdoor photo shoot they had just come from. The conversation went like this:

blond model #1: My hair never looks good in the rain. I hope they touch-up my hair.
blond model #2: Totally. Mine too. We need to do way more sunny shoots, if we are going to be outdoors at all. But that photographer was really cute!
blond model #1: Yeah! But I really like (some photographer’s name i don’t know). He knows my hair doesn’t like the rain. He’s really Zen and loves the sun.

It went on like this for a good length of time…Zen, sun, body parts…and then they got distracted by the shiny pictures in a magazine.

When I finally got to work I was soaking wet again. Dirty. Sweaty. Punched the elevator button. Waited. The doors opened and there on the elevator were four models, all done up, going up to the Modeling (and Talent?) agency on the fifth floor. It’s always a startling site when this happens. I would so loved to have had a picture taken of my dirty and wet self standing amongst the four clean amazon models with cowboy hats. It’s an odd thing to see someone who looks like they are about to go clubbing at your office at nine in the morning. It’s enough to drive a person to Le Parkour.