supermodel in the neon meat locker
she wasn’t much to look at—short,
wiry and shrill. a supermodel with
curly brown hair who thought
she was the hottest thing on the planet.
during the shoots, the director posed her
into increasingly ridiculous scenes to which
she responded with glee.
the first shoot was the library.
a giant, mechanical, hairy arm extended from
the ceiling; it went up, down and into
the aisles and she was ordered to run around it
like a scene out of King Kong.
the next photo shoot was the neon meat locker.
the model wore mirrored aviator sunglasses, a
sequined mini dress and a white fur coat.
she posed pretty before the fresh slabs
of meat as the photographer shot
the photos and his assistant
doused her with buckets of blood.
they mercilessly mocked her (and
she still didn’t get it).
the director of the shoot then ordered her to
growl like an animal.
“whelp like a whipped dog!” he said.
boastingly, the model replied, “oh, I can
do that! I did the same thing for the
movie I was in last year!”
they splashed her with another bucket of blood
and then the director said,
“what if I said your dad was
in hell so you could have your
“oh, come on!” she said, “that’s not fair!”