Food, actually.

I’m off to a food-shoot today with Brian Yarvin (http://www.brianyarvin.com/). My very first shoot where I’ll actually be encouraged to eat delicious things! Brian thinks I should be Uzbekistani in this shoot—I went whoa! I’m from *South* India, my coloring’s going to be all wrong. But he’s the visualizer and the boss *and* provider of delish treats. So, shhh!!!

I always carry peanut butter Powerbars to photoshoots, because it’s difficult to look/be charming or sexy or anything but grumpy when I’m hungry. So I’m excited about my shoot next Wednesday too, it’s with Karim of Zandieh Studio (http://64.85.8.250/karim_zandieh.htm) and yesterday at the looksee, he encouraged me to eat chocolate—becoming an instant god-–chocolate promotion plus an awesome book makes for a difficult-to-beat arrangement.

I must have looked totally bonkers running up 8th Avenue to the meeting (NJ Transit was abnormally late by about 45 mins). But it gave me quite a nice glow and my skin looked decent. (I thought birth-control pills were supposed to make you STOP breaking out like a teenager on fastfood.)

I should stop talking about food, especially since I’ve been told twice this week that I’m the wrong size—too small for the high fashion folks (5.6”), too curvy for the FIT folks (34DD-24-34), and too slight for the catalog folks (110 lbs.). South Carolina was nicer that way--more relaxed, but I lovelovelove NYC.

Four paragraphs all starting with "I" Oooookay!! I feel empowered now :) (And it kinda makes up for not being able to vote for Jon Corzine today.)