Each day I would go to work and wait for them to inform me of my duties while one picked absentmindedly at a guitar and the other talked about parties and VIP scenes and was basically obscene with every sentence he uttered. They wanted me to organize their entire company, but there was no training or instruction into how things were running in the first place, so we were constantly at a standstill. I think they were under the impression that some girl was going to come into their world and make the office functional. Girls came and went and apparently me sticking around three weeks was a bit of a record.
Anyway, despite boasting the same blue chip pedigree, there were differences between the two. The one who seemed to fancy himself a guitar player was definitely attractive and the far nicer one, and the ranter was fat and obnoxious and generally unappealing in every way. I remember always being surprised that the one who was attractive was the much more polite and a genuinely decent guy. The fat one was so vulgar and rude, I still make stink face when I think of him. I realize I’m narrow in my typecasting, but I was always taken aback that the cute one wasn’t arrogant and/or rude and that the fat one wasn’t amiable and/or funny. I know, I know. I’m a simple creature. Either way, I didn’t miss getting out of there one bit and moved on with considerable ease.
Every now and again over the years I’ll wonder what became of them and if they’ve managed to figure out how to run a business, but it’s always a vague wonder and passes quickly.
Yesterday however I found out what the Cute One is up to:
Victoria’s Secret angel Alessandra Ambrosio and California businessman beau Jamie Mazur welcomed a beautiful baby girl Sunday in Brazil — Anja Louise Ambrosio Mazur!
“To all of our family and friends, we are pleased to announce that our little princess Anja Louise Ambrosio Mazur was born on Sunday Aug 24 at 7:32 p.m.,” Alessandra tells People. “She is 6.3 lbs. and absolutely perfect.”
Alessandra adds, “[Anja] hasn’t cried once except for a second when they pulled her out. We have now felt a new kind of love and joy that we never knew existed.”
Day-um! Still not sure if he figured out how to handle a business, but he sure is handling business! Knocking up a Victoria’s Secret Angel? I’m impressed. He’s doing better than I expected. And I can honestly say he is a nice guy, so I am happy for him. Not sure how that kid will turn out, but I like when the internet makes my life easy for finding out what people are up to.
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In the mean time, I am suffering from a concussion. I am mentally riding the short bus in a serious way. I looked up concussion on Wikipedia and all the physical and emotional symptoms are currently plaguing me.
In Malibu this weekend I shot for Mark and Estel’s upcoming collection and after having the best shoot ever and a private shopping spree in the basement afterwards, I had an unfortunate incident with a glass wall dividing two rooms in the house. It was dark and not being that familiar with the palatial environs, I NAILED that shit hard. I didn’t even know what happened until I doubled over and noticed blood was dripping down my face onto the floor.
Of course I was embarrassed beyond belief so I acted like nothing was wrong, despite the fact I was bleeding everywhere and apparently made a noise like “a sonic boom” when I hit it. As I drove to Ex’s afterwards, I noticed more blood seeping through my jeans en route and upon arrival he pointed out I had glass in my hair and was getting it on the floor. Basically there was some shock to my nervous system and I was operating heavy machinery when I probably shouldn’t have been.
Now it takes me at least ten minutes to write a simple text. I’ve stared at walls for inappropriate amounts of time and cried inexplicably over my small cuts because they’re still raw and bloody (sorry, gross.) And most annoyingly, for several days I’ve had a headache that could stop the most type A person in their tracks.
So I went from this:
To this:
The bruisy goose eggs on my forehead aren’t really apparent in the photo, but they’re the source of a lot of pain at the moment. But it could have been much much worse and I realize that and I’m grateful. The catalogue will be out next month and I'm very excited for that. Also, get yourself some Mark and Estel clothing. Your body will be so so happy. It’s all I’m wearing from here on out. But that’s also because I’m too effed up to really think about it further.
I arrived in New York today so god bless the poor child who has to be under my watch in this condition.
