While Zack was at the Louvre peeing in the Women's restroom, I was following Anne Marie, one of my tutoring students from Columbus, to the fashion show of her designer friend's new line for Guy Laroche. That's right, I just said "new line." I use words like that all the time now! Joking. The show lasted 12 minutes, had provocative bongo drum music pulsing, made you feel provactive just sitting there. Interesting details: the press crowded at the far of the small runway like a giant algae of flashing lights, a slew of 20 blonde models that all looked strikingly similar, the champagne backstage in the makeup room next to a MTV guy interviewing Anne Marie's friend. I wore blue jeans and cowboy boots, my friends. What a rodeo that runway was, quoi.
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