And I changed into a dress that matched my Burberry coat. It was white. It’s after labor day, but I roll how I want to roll. I roll like a powdered donut or snowball! I wear white all day every day! And then I walked back 25 blocks to Burberry, glowering at people a little bit. I’m making that sound like a bad thing, but I really like walking, and glowering, so, you know, it was pretty fun.
I got to Burberry and I thought, ‘goodness, there is no way I am going to go up to someone and ask them to take my picture, because I am not some manner of photo strumpet, I will just mill here and maybe they will give me a chocolate because their salted caramel chocolates appear to have sea salt on them and I like that and…” then someone tapped me on the shoulder and explained that they were photographing everyone who wore a Burberry trench into the store.
“Oh, really,” I replied, very coolly, as though I was wearing glove covered in spikes.
They took my picture. They took lots of pictures. At one point I was encouraged to fling the coat over one shoulder and look back while pouting and, I’m sorry, but this sort of thing is really fun. Really fun. I understand the impulse towards photo strumpetry a lot more now.
I sort of suspect it’s going to be one of those things when you feel like Christy Turlington while doing it and then, if these pictures ever get sent or used anyplace, I will realize I look very odd indeed.
Or I’ll look like Christy Turlington and I’ll be leaving this job for my upcoming Burberry campaign. Hah! No, not really, then I wouldn’t run into you on the street someday.
And I did not encounter anyone vomiting even once in the entire evening. I think we’ve turned a corner. And you know, I think things are going to work out okay for Jessica Biel, too.