Jenny Bahn
After a stint at NYU, Jenny Bahn was sucked into the modeling world – something that doesn’t need a degree or a brain. In a quest to reclaim her status as an intelligent person, Jenny began writing about her travels, the modeling industry, and whatever else springs to mind.
Jenny lives in New York.
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There is a Zen-like quality to not giving a shit about anything. I usually feel this way right after I leave Bikram yoga, when the sweat and the heat and the humidity have hammered[...]
Late last year, I stumbled upon an article titled “Last Meals Before Execution,” featuring, as one might suspect, a slideshow of death row prisoners and their last meal requests, a[...]
13 Feb 2013
It’s been ten very long years since I stared at the screen of my Sony Vaio laptop – the one my dad got me as a graduation present instead of the gun he really wanted for himself – [...]
30 Jan 2013
The four of us sit in an expensive restaurant on Kenmare, four blondes from all over the world gossiping over the smudged surface of a copper table: Milena from Denmark, Hannah fro[...]
16 Jan 2013
I’m trying really hard to think of a more miserable trip. Like really, really hard. There were the fourteen hours in a mini-van with my then-boyfriend’s entire family en route to a[...]
The following is an excerpt from Jenny Bahn’s piece for Cartel III (Fall, 2012), which can be purchased for $2.99 as an Amazon Kindle e-book or as a PDF. *** For the most par[...]
15 Oct 2012
When we reach the outside of a fire station that now serves as some weird community center for crack heads, fifteen people are already waiting to get in. Within the next hour, that[...]
One: I fill an acid wash duffle with a series of outfits that will not look good together: Right Said Fred mesh top, floral hot pants, a jumper known to make peeing a harrowing exp[...]
The following is an excerpt from Jenny Bahn’s piece for the Summer, 2012 issue of Cartel, the FlipCollective e-magazine. … After two years of being alone, I finally rea[...]
Annoying bits of pistachio shells fall onto my skirt, littering the surface of my black tights like snow. Doug, the show’s “producer,” stands to my left, eyeing me in watchful disd[...]
08 May 2012
The wind breathes mossy air over the East River, hot like breath. I keep waiting for spring to retract its premature promises. I watch the canopy spread its arms above my street, [...]
25 Apr 2012