Tuesday, June 29, 2004

We smiled, alluring and mysterious. Tossing our hair, we arched our eyebrows, and gazed intensely into the camera. The photographer's assistant fawned about us, taming rebellious hairs and adjusting lights. Click, click, click. Photo after photo was shot, capturing poses and personalities. Photo shoots in New York are always so much fun.

Or so I wish I could say. We were actually in a living room, with a backdrop, far away from New York, but the image helped get us in the mood. After a successful photo shoot one always feels as if one should be a model. A job would be wonderful if all you had to do was put on (or take off) designer clothes and have your picture taken. You wouldn't even have to smile most of the time. The only problem is finding enough strangers who want to look at you.

Does anyone have a job opening for a girl to stand around and look beautiful? Any takers?


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