Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2006 15:38:16 +0200 From: Julian Obedient
Subject: Broken It was hot, it was humid, it was goddamned
sticky and everybody in the city seemed to be simmering and
tense as hell trying to contain a rage that would bubble over at
the slightest added friction. The studio was air-conditioned;
even so everyone was edgy. Warren, the dresser was particularly
bitchy, and there were more than the usual number of changes
today. It was Friday and the whole series with Alan had to be
finished by five if it was going to get into the next issue of
Vanity Fair, and it was. The worst was Kurtin. He was a great
photographer, or he had been. He was still damn good. But he was
an incredible letch, and he was after Alan, so the kid spent the
day fending off his pawing without surrendering his affability.
Maintaining a seven figure income can help you learn to keep a
smile on your face even when. It was a posh Caribbean spread,
and he had to pose in everything from a beach bikini and scuba
gear to evening lounge a