It's been a magical, over the top, crazy ass week!
Last Thursday I was whisked away from the DMV to NYC. I checked into a suite at the downtown Gansevoort hotel. My luxury suite had two bathrooms, an amazing over sized bathtub, a swanky living room, fabulous artwork, flat screen TV's in every room and a bitchin mini bar full of great champagne-- all combining to make me feel soooooo money. But alas, I was tired and alone so I took a look around at the fabulous ambiance and just CRASHED. After 10 hours of much needed sleep, I woke Friday morning and headed to Milk Studios in the meatpacking district to do a photo shoot for Vogue's September Issue.
(Photo Courtesy of Monica True)
Did you clean the wax out of your ears kids? I said it was for Vogue's September Issue. I don't mean to brag (yes I do) but let's keep it real... How many people in there entire lives get to utter that sentence? I'm sure you want all the details. Let's begin with this: It was like a dream, only the dream was better than the best dream ever because it was VOGUE MAGAZINE.
Let's dive deeper into this experience as I'm always encouraged to do in therapy: It was like an orgasm, only the orgasm was waves of multiple orgasms because it was VOGUE MAGAZINE.