
I was so tempted to burst into the staging room wearing all black (something drapey, sunglasses on, a gaggle of wan interns scurrying behind me). I would demand an espresso, pause dramatically, look the thinnest model up and down, then sigh in disgust and mutter under my breath, “I guess you will do.” The day I get to demand espressos at a photo shoot is the day I know I will have made it. But I didn’t. I tossed and turned in bed all night and was up WAAAY too early. I spent much too long on my hair and…







