I sat in the molded, leather, hairstylists chair last night, dryer whirring in my ears like a bowl full of Africanized honey bees on my head, while my hair color went from Tigress to Athena, and flipped through the pages of the most recent Vogue. I dont subscribe to fashion mags (with the noted exception of Vanity Fair, which is an advertising muse), so I find Vogue entrancing, much the same way a good friend of mine finds Jersey Shore. Im not sure I love it, but my god! The people! I can’t look away! One aspect I do love about the tome, though, is photographer Mario Testino. He is a well established and noted fashion photographer, and I fell in love with his shots of Sarah Jessica Parker.
I would love to assist him, learn from him, absorb his style. What an amazing talent. I would also, one day in my dreams, love to be photographed by him. Wouldn’t that be FUN!?