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 – [...]

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[...]

With my trustworthy Xanax and a healthy serving of wine from a clear, plastic screw-top bottle, I fall asleep after dinner and wake up to breakfast – a shitty white roll that looks[...]

Go see, go see, go see. I ain’t good at this. And even if you are good at this, what exactly are you good at? -  Gia The room smells like chicken chow mein.  “Do you mind sitting o[...]

12:09 p.m. I’m late. I walk into the casting and ask for Candace. She steps out from the back wearing a yellow lace mini-dress and black blazer and black boots that remind me of my[...]

We are getting ready for market, a time when designers show off their most recently viewed collections to buyers from small boutiques and department stores.  The runway is the impo[...]

The train propels itself forward, stuck on a track under massive stacks of concrete and glass and the living New York.  I am mentally preparing myself for the job: a day of pants t[...]

I’ve tried cleanses before.  I mean, sort of.  This was back in the heralded days of the Master Cleanse – a ten-day, masochistic, starvation-fest consisting of glorified, cayenne-s[...]

We were stuck in a box together for three days – a windowless room with an oblong glass table and white chairs covered in orange fabric that made marks on your legs if you sat on t[...]

Adam is the only one in the studio when I arrive.  He’s sitting at a white desk covered in stuff from the last few days: laptops, paperwork, stacks of model cards.  Two big windows[...]