Fashion models, name your poison…
Here we go again, Lamar. We’ve got a major fashion show coming up, and the cost of paying good models would bankrupt us. Have you found a source for bargain-priced chicks, like you usually do?
Nope, they’re actual professional models and they’re willing to do our show for half price, with just one little, bitty demand. They want to be anonymous.
Why do they insist on that, Lamar?
Oh, I can’t remember their exact quotes, but it’s something about our fashion designs being grotesque, repugnant, appalling, infantile, an affront to womanhood, a putrid puke fest, an assault on the senses…
Yes, I get the idea, Lamar. So how do they want to hide their identities?
Some of the women are wrapping gauze around their face, others have wigs and thick metal eye shades. One of them made kind of a “Phantom of the Opera” mask out of metal. She holds it up and it’s pretty effective.
You know, I hate to be overly sensitive, but are they really THAT afraid of being recognized wearing our label? I mean, what would they do if somebody accidentally identified one of them?
Oh, about that, Boss. Here, sign this order for two dozen attractive necklaces with dangling cyanide vials. One for each model should do it.
Top: A model performs outside the Lincoln Center, the venue for New York Fashion Week September 14, 2011. REUTERS/Kena Betancur
Right: A model presents a creation from designer Maya Hansen Spring/Summer 2012 collection during Cibeles Madrid Fashion Week September 18, 2011. REUTERS/Susana Vera
Bottom right: A model shields her face from hairspray backstage at the J. Mendel Spring/Summer 2012 collection during New York Fashion Week September 14, 2011. REUTERS/Jessica Rinaldi