frozen dead people in the future,â I say, totally joking, but of course Elliot takes it seriously.
âNo, the human freezing theories always revolve around being frozen alive, not dead.â
âWell, they were alive before they froze to death, right?â
âHuh.â Elliotâs forehead scrunches up. âWell, thatâs trueâ¦â
The frozen body conversation goes on for a while longer until I finally finish my route and return to the ground.
âIâve got to do my real workout now. See you tomorrow?â
Itâs already evening by the time I get back to my shared apartment in SoHo. Iâm looking forward to doing nothing but eating my take-out sushi, showering, and going straight to bed. Jason has tacked two more 11x13 photos of himself on the refrigerator. I debate making some modifications to the photo with a green Sharpie lying on the counter, but I donât have the energy, and some people donât have a sense of humor, unfortunately.
After eating, I flop on my bed and pick up my latest Everest book.
Then I remember something minor mentioned in my meeting with Wes this morning. Janessa Fields is the photographer for the CK shoot.
I snatch my phone from the nightstand and search for Eve Nowakowskiâs number and send her a text.
ME : Are you by any chance working for Calvin Klein next week?
EVE : Why? Are you?
I feel a tiny surge of something that resembles excitement. She didnât even hesitate to reply. She must have saved my name in her phone. But maybe she saves everyoneâs name?
ME : Yes. And so is Janessa Fields, so I thoughtâ¦
EVE : Well, at least Iâll have someone with a brain to talk to.
ME : Thatâs a compliment, right?
EVE : Sure.
ME : Remember Finley Belton from the Seventeen shoot?
EVE : The girl with a fortress. I remember.
ME : Sheâs booked CK for two days as well. Another nice person to talk to.
EVE : Thatâs good to know. Do you think Wes will be around at all?
I sit on that question for several seconds, wanting to know whether this is a good or bad thing. Finally I decide to ask.
ME : Is it bad if he is there?
EVE : If by bad you mean awkward, anxiety-filled tension? Then yes.
ME : Ok. I guess things didnât end on good terms with the two of you?
EVE : To be expected when you walk away from a huge Gucci campaign and leave your agency to take the blame.
I donât really want to discuss Eve Castleâs last days, and I doubt she wants to hash it out.
ME : Want to talk about running instead?
EVE : Lol. I thought maybe I scared you off with that running group invite.
ME : The Hot College Girlsâ Running Club? Nope. Not scared at all. Quite the opposite. I had to go to South America the other day and then I did a shoot for Macyâs. But Iâm ready for your sales pitch now.
EVE : Where do I begin? The really cool route? Or the âreally hot college girls"?
ME : All of it. I need all the details. And photos if you have anyâ¦
EVE : LOL
This could be an interesting week. Eve texting me and me having fake dates with my fake underage girlfriend. Maybe Wes is right about superstardom being in my future. Iâm already acting like a real celebrity.
Chapter 7: Eve
October 9, 4:30 a.m.
New York City is the city that never sleeps. Thatâs a fact. However, at around four thirty in the morning, the city closes its eyes a bit just to rest them. Thereâs a stillness in the air that you can only feel in the wee hours of the morning.
It takes two cups of coffee for me to get up at three thirty in order to aid the other photo assistants at Milk Studios rental office with gathering equipment before heading to the location.
We finally pull up to the designated street right near where Seventeen shot the other day and across from Columbus Circle. After a bumpy ride in the back of a van, my head is spinning so bad that Iâm nearly positive Iâm going to puke from car
âNo, the human freezing theories always revolve around being frozen alive, not dead.â
âWell, they were alive before they froze to death, right?â
âHuh.â Elliotâs forehead scrunches up. âWell, thatâs trueâ¦â
The frozen body conversation goes on for a while longer until I finally finish my route and return to the ground.
âIâve got to do my real workout now. See you tomorrow?â
Itâs already evening by the time I get back to my shared apartment in SoHo. Iâm looking forward to doing nothing but eating my take-out sushi, showering, and going straight to bed. Jason has tacked two more 11x13 photos of himself on the refrigerator. I debate making some modifications to the photo with a green Sharpie lying on the counter, but I donât have the energy, and some people donât have a sense of humor, unfortunately.
After eating, I flop on my bed and pick up my latest Everest book.
Then I remember something minor mentioned in my meeting with Wes this morning. Janessa Fields is the photographer for the CK shoot.
I snatch my phone from the nightstand and search for Eve Nowakowskiâs number and send her a text.
ME : Are you by any chance working for Calvin Klein next week?
EVE : Why? Are you?
I feel a tiny surge of something that resembles excitement. She didnât even hesitate to reply. She must have saved my name in her phone. But maybe she saves everyoneâs name?
ME : Yes. And so is Janessa Fields, so I thoughtâ¦
EVE : Well, at least Iâll have someone with a brain to talk to.
ME : Thatâs a compliment, right?
EVE : Sure.
ME : Remember Finley Belton from the Seventeen shoot?
EVE : The girl with a fortress. I remember.
ME : Sheâs booked CK for two days as well. Another nice person to talk to.
EVE : Thatâs good to know. Do you think Wes will be around at all?
I sit on that question for several seconds, wanting to know whether this is a good or bad thing. Finally I decide to ask.
ME : Is it bad if he is there?
EVE : If by bad you mean awkward, anxiety-filled tension? Then yes.
ME : Ok. I guess things didnât end on good terms with the two of you?
EVE : To be expected when you walk away from a huge Gucci campaign and leave your agency to take the blame.
I donât really want to discuss Eve Castleâs last days, and I doubt she wants to hash it out.
ME : Want to talk about running instead?
EVE : Lol. I thought maybe I scared you off with that running group invite.
ME : The Hot College Girlsâ Running Club? Nope. Not scared at all. Quite the opposite. I had to go to South America the other day and then I did a shoot for Macyâs. But Iâm ready for your sales pitch now.
EVE : Where do I begin? The really cool route? Or the âreally hot college girls"?
ME : All of it. I need all the details. And photos if you have anyâ¦
EVE : LOL
This could be an interesting week. Eve texting me and me having fake dates with my fake underage girlfriend. Maybe Wes is right about superstardom being in my future. Iâm already acting like a real celebrity.
Chapter 7: Eve
October 9, 4:30 a.m.
New York City is the city that never sleeps. Thatâs a fact. However, at around four thirty in the morning, the city closes its eyes a bit just to rest them. Thereâs a stillness in the air that you can only feel in the wee hours of the morning.
It takes two cups of coffee for me to get up at three thirty in order to aid the other photo assistants at Milk Studios rental office with gathering equipment before heading to the location.
We finally pull up to the designated street right near where Seventeen shot the other day and across from Columbus Circle. After a bumpy ride in the back of a van, my head is spinning so bad that Iâm nearly positive Iâm going to puke from car
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