Between my feet are two perfectly cylindrical teardrops, a pair of emerald stains on the slate floors of this bathroom. I’m sitting on the toilet,…
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“God, I’m so exhausted.” A very beautiful brunette has plopped down on the velvet sofa adjacent to me, her long legs in a pair of…
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Surrounded by a bunch of buff, voguing Marky Mark-looking dudes and elegantly writhing on a blue-lit floor, Kylie Minogue and her “Get Outta My Way”…
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Though it’s well documented that ballerinas have notoriously thrashed tootsies, it’s lesser known that models are similarly afflicted. Just trade the pointe shoes for a…
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As spring makes its clunky, graceless exit from winter, stuttering and stalling like an old diesel truck, we can say finally goodbye to those cumbersome…
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The studio was off Beverly Boulevard, next to a gas station and up a flight of well-lit stairs. It was in said stairway that I…
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A flight attendant is leaning towards us in that subservient, prostrate way that they do when you’re in the fancier cabins.
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There he is, standing on the steps of some Parisian building — that guy who broke my heart two years ago. It’s a photo from…
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There comes a time in every model’s life when she realizes that she is past the beautiful pinnacle of her career.
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Nothing about my upbringing led me to have a knack for these fashion things. I had no glamorous mentor from which to model myself or…
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“You’re… looonngggg…” The girl standing in front of me pulls the word “long” from her mouth like warm, rubbery taffy. She holds my arm away…
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“I always feel ridiculous getting on the subway with shopping bags,” my friend says, her arm raised to hail a taxi downtown. We’re standing in…
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