Thursday, May 13th, 2010
We may not be Vogue, or have any budget whatsoever, but every month we still manage to churn out a fashion shoot at Washington Life. This month’s was by far my favorite in the two years I have been at the mag. First of all, our model was gorgeous and a mother to boot! I kept staring at her wondering where that baby came from because her thigh was the size of my wrist. Did she grow the baby in a jar?
Second, the house where we shot was the Virginia home of a very generous local zillionaire who let us run around the property with cameras and piles of clothes. And I was obsessed with it. Martha Stewart would literally faint with happiness if she saw it. Gardens kept but unkempt for miles. A huge stone house, twenties-inspired swimming pool, two guest houses, a huge tree house, batting cages, soccer field, and every other perfect detail you can think of.
Kelly and I had a great time imagining our lives spent playing doubles tennis and reclining in hammocks amongst the begonias rather than working in an office the size of a well where we basically share a desk. In our minds we were rather well-suited to leisure. We also always enjoy twirling around in the Alexander McQueen and Valentino clothes that Lana pulls for the shoot. I think we were both draped in about $15K worth of jewelry and $10K of clothes by noon. We love working with Lana, who is an amazing stylist and even better person. She is also pregnant with baby number three! Fingers crossed that it’s a girl because it would be a crime for someone so fashionable to not be able to buy pink baby Versace. Congrats!
- This was a real suspension bridge in a Swiss Family Robinson worthy treehouse complete with loft. So we figured it would be a great place to put a girl in a skimpy bathing suit.
Behind the scenes at the pool. This shot ended up looking very Town and Country - I loved it. And as soon as we were done, we drank that champagne prop as fast as humanly possible.
Saturday, March 13th, 2010
Stacey and I were super psyched to book our third TV appearance for Naked Thanks. The only thing is that we had to be in Richmond, VA at sunrise and had to leave Washington by 5 am. This would have been all well and good if it hadn’t been pouring and the road we had to take had not doubled as a truck depot. Luckily, there was Stacey. When I lost my marbles because I was pretty sure the semis were going to make a pancake out of my Honda hybrid, Stacey calmed me down, assured me we were going to live, and took over the driving until it was light enough outside for me to not lose my marbles.
I-95 was nothing for the Danica Patrick of Erie. Stacey meandered around trucks flying past us at insane speeds like she was taking a relaxing drive down a country road. Needles to say, that Erie weather sure made her tougher than my wimpy Washington DC-raised self.
To top off Stacey’s masterful driving performance, she managed to save us again, even when not at the wheel. She timed our much needed “I’m about to pee down my leg” perfectly. When we got back on the highway, an 18-wheeler had flown off the highway smashing the median. Could we have been next to that truck if Stacey hadn’t decided that our time to run to the Burger King bathroom was there and then? Who knows. All I know is that Stacey should probably sign up for the Indy 500 and she may have psychic powers. Thanks Stace!!
If Stacey and Danica went pedal to the metal against each other, my money would definitely be on Stacey.