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I'm Drowning in Bird Shit and Self-Pity
I’m a shitty model. I book the shitty jobs. I’ll occasionally book a huge print ad that supplies me with enough money to support my coke habit for at least a few months. I’m kidding of course. My salary disappears into designer clothes and therapist...
Yes, I Am A Model
On the third day of Fashion Week, Bryant Square Park had been turned into the usual billowing white tent city, its granite steps patrolled by cameramen and security guys with clipboards.