Bubble Battle

For no reason at all, a bunch of strangers met at Astor Place to fill the air with bubbles. Everyone was smiling.

Jewelry shoot

I've never worn a $13,000 ring... until now.

Assisting in DUMBO

Another neighborhood name created by realtors. It stands for Down Under Manhattan Bridge Overpass. I was assisting on an editorial shoot at the portrait subject's sweet apartment. How's this for a decent view from your living room?:




Oh, and there's a park:



All these pictures were taken from the inside, see?:




Pretty sweet pad, huh?

Hilary Duff

So Hilary Duff just walked past me in the reception area of Juicy Couture. I'm not really up on my pop culture, but I found out from her web site that she's only 18. She's been in a lot of movies and I hear she sings, too. Everyone here got very excited. She wasn't alone of course: there were two cameras, a sound guy, a bodyguard and like 4 or 5 assistants. I don't know why they were filming her. Maybe it was a Juicy PR thing. Like wear our clothes for free and we get to tell everyone. I don't know.

Lulu goes to the vet.

We rode in a cab to the vet on the Upper East Side. I had both pooches in a Juicy doggy carrier. They were really crammed in there, poor girls! Little Lulu put her head on my arm for the whole cab ride.

Today we're going to Barney's to have two of my boss's purses repaired. I think I'll probably drop the dogs off at her apartment first. She said to tell Barney's to fix the purses and if they give me a problem to tell them her name. So her name will bring respect at Barney's, a place where they sell cotton shirts that cost $450 dollars. Not to mention leather and silk and satin things that cost $1000's. Crazy. I'll be glad to get back to the relatively sane world of photo assisting after this temp job ends.

Today I was 15 minutes late due to leaving the house a few minutes late and then getting stuck on the subway because of "signal problems." Then I left the dog gate open in my boss's office and Ellie ran out and took off and I had to chase her around an entire floor of the Empire State Building. Then, the best part of 6/6/06 so far, I went to Starbucks to get coffee for my boss and after navigating 33rd Street, a revolving door, the security metal detector, a throng of tourists, the elevator, the Juicy lobby door and office door and a long hallway, I finally tried to remove the doggy gate to go into RB's office and I dropped the triple tall hot americano all over myself and the floor. Damn it! I cried just a little and no one saw. Just squeezed out a few tears and got over it. I was ready to go back to Starbucks, but RB just had me get coffee from the break room. It's 11 am now, just 7 hours to go here at work...