Wednesday, May 13, 2009
The hours they spent together in that sleet, concrete back-room were not glamorous. They hid copies of Vogue and bags of candy underneath their work-stations, gossiped about new-hires, and waited for the punch line. It never came.
Years later, only one is left. She's still tall, thin and gorgeous; still comes and goes as she pleases. Parsons and Holt's got a hold of the other two. But Manhattan is pulling each away slowly. It gets all the good ones.
And then, there is me. I'm here, at least for now. But these three are going places, and I can't wait to watch.
Model: Sylvia Ogweng
Designer: Angelo Amante
Photographer: Michael Kai Young
Protect your largest organ
Marc Jacobs for the New York University School of Medicine. A Valentine's day Victoria in high heels. Me, barefoot.
Richard Kern photograph on black Mishka tee, Marc by Marc (Marc Jacobs and Richard Duffy would like to thank you for getting naked), two pairs of Cheap Mondays (worn in different places), and one doggy-sweater.
*Both photographs from the David Pike Album
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