Tales of sequins and wonderbras

This afternoon, I had the fun & privilege of working with the Fashion Informer and her fabulous team on my first ever fashion photoshoot... as a model. Oh yeah ladies, smokey eyes and curly hair & all the bling. 10K worth of accessories and a killer sequin top. Just my luck - the day started with a 'Carrie Bradshaw meets sharky' moment... Walking with my suitcase full of clothes, sweating last night's too many beers on my way to the photog studio in the East Village, I realized I FORGOT to wear - or even bring - a bra. Little moment of anxiety here. We're talking about a shiny garment and a 34C... Not that I have unperky ones, but hey - I can't rock a profile shot with the same vampy confidence without a little support. Thank god, everything I needed was eventually found on location. Later on, not very well trained to be the interviewed as opposed to the reporter, I was out of words when invited by the FI to describe my personal style. So much easier to talk about somebody else, it always seems. I ended up kind of ackwardly mentioning ghetto future, my domain name (I'm such a geek), and I think some blah about Glam Rock and I love Neon. I could use a publicist and a PA you might say. But in this case, I had the best stylists in Manhattan - not to mention the beautiful Kristina à la caméra - and the results are absofreakinglutely fantastic. Can't wait for y'all to see!