Walking Behind Models

A few weeks after I started working on Park Ave I noticed an oddly high number of gazelle women strolling around carrying the same black portfolios to and fro. I did some googling and it turns out my office is located precisely 325 ft from the Elite Modeling Offices.

So at least once a day I find myself walking behind a model. It's fascinating. And because they're models, and not real people, I have started doing inappropriate things like running up behind them and taking their picture without permission.

This was my first picture before I gained the confidence to get up close. Luckily, the vast amount of space between her thighs is visible from a mile away.

This one is deceptive because she looks slightly regular in the photo. I think her shoulder-to-waist ratio could be used to shush up all of those feminists who claim Barbie's measurements are unrealistic.

This is outside the Starbucks between my office and the Elite office. It is a good place to spot models ordering non-fat items in eastern european accents. This one must have just received some bad news because she was crying and studying her reflection.

This was a midwestern girl and her mother. They were smiling as they walked out so I assume her meeting went well. Maybe a 37-inch inseam would make my meetings go more smoothly.

This photo hardly relays how super tall this girl was. Her shoulder blades make me nervous. They look sharper than scissors. She shouldn't run, ever.

Most of the models I see are dressed very casually. This girl must have had an important meeting with the other 7 women who look good in white skinny jeans.