http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2oudKFDpUlQ
I have just finished a week and a half of casting mayhem for New York fashion week - hence I am now saving and ordinary human from themself, meaning - I will eat more than a rice crispy a day, I will go to bed before 3am, I will look hopefully less like a 60 year old woman in 2 weeks time, and I will have a life.
A week and a half of surviving on the smallest Starbucks you can get, cottage cheese, and sleeping in a dirty sublet for (maximum) 3 hours sleep a night, does not really go with what you would expect from a week of fashion. Dragging my exhausted ass home each night with the idea that I might get that 50th wind to go to a super fashion party is really not what this was meant to be like.
At the end of day 3, I rounded the corner, with only meters ahead of me until I reached well deserved slumber...I was mid thought of, how would I manage not to boil with rage on day 4, as some agent pulled Agnette, or Alek T, or Iekeliene from my show to give to a better paying show, leaving me with minutes to find a suitable replacement - when another familiar long legged being came into sight, stealing that thought.
'Ana, come to the Vuittton party with me!!!!' exuded this lovely little beauty donned in the appropriate liquid leggings and a cigarette, (Dree Hemingway great grand daughter of...) 'YES!!! god I would love to let a load off...no, what am I thinking, I look like a dogs ass' I respond. 'Call me, love you.' she responds with the appropriate hand signals. The rapidness to my polar decision was frightening. What has happened to me?? What happened to that person who could survive on 2 hours sleep, and do it all again and again and again??...
Note to self, eat tofu, and drink more ginger tea, and I did used to be fun didn't I???...I am slowly saving this ordinary human, from myself, and I am going out tonight!
By Ana