Model Behavior: Friends for Life
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Susannah Bianchi
Writer and actress Susannah Bianchi began modeling at the age of 13 and appeared in British Vogue, among other publications. She has written for the New York Times and More magazine and has had columns in the Brooklyn Eagle and Dan’s Papers called “New York Diary.” She also did standup comedy for eight years. Bianchi currently blogs at Athingirl.com. Follow her on Twitter @Thinnestgirl.
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Model Behavior - Susannah Bianchi
To Be or Not to Be…Arrested
Camille and I have been pals since we both modeled for Wilhelmina in our 20s. Now tooling through our 50s we’re still that dynamic duo, with just a spot of cellulite and a few more lines. It’s the reason I’m waiting for her in the bar at New York’s Carlyle Hotel…to discuss a possible nip and tuck, since, according to her and our pal Joanne, my chin is headed south, and not just for the winter.
Camille is always late. I wish I could simply say she was fashionably so, but it’s always more dramatic than that, usually involving a man.
Unlike most women of a certain age, Camille has not slowed down. Actually, menopause seems to have revved her up like a Corvette freshly tuned. It’s one of the reasons I like being around her, to remember my parts still work, too. When I think how amorous I used to be, it’s downright shocking, since now I’d rather make love to a book than a snazzy suit picked up at a cocktail party.
Camille, however, is still at that party while I wait patiently on a bar stool forcing myself to ask Eddie the bartender how his holidays were. Eddie, just another pretty face with a corkscrew, bores me as much as the many men I’ve known in my profession who’d kill you for a glimpse in the mirror.
Sorry I’m late,
Camille crooned, saving me from having to view Eddie’s Christmas pictures on his iPhone. You’ll never guess who I ran into.
The Prada sale?
Camille loves Prada perhaps even more than men. Well, maybe that’s going a bit too far.
I’ll give you a hint…he’s romantic…murmurs Shakespeare in his sleep.
Uh-oh. You mean the English guy you were ready to jump off the Brooklyn Bridge for?
Him, and did he look delicious in jeans and a tweed Tom Ford blazer. Omigod, Rosanna, I could have jumped him right there in front of the St. Regis.
I hope it was just a quick hello good-bye. He’s like crack with an accent, remember.
Oh, I’m over him, but I did invite him here for a drink.
Camille, you didn’t.
On cue, who walks in but one of the hottest actors on the London stage. To be kind, and avoid a lawsuit, we’ll call him Brutus, since he practically assassinated Camille as though she were Caesar but in heels. His flirty greeting seeped into the air like honey or smog, depending how you look at it.
Wull hullo…you two rovishing beau-tees.
Only the English saying rovishing could get a girl’s thong so damp. Even mine, though plied with baby powder, wasn’t safe. Maybe it’s because he’s so famous he makes one’s heart pound, but what I do know about him is he’s a first-class heel.
Married forever to a woman you never see, he flirts and fucks with the abandonment of a sailor on perpetual leave. One time in a Cosmopolitan haze, I asked how his wife could not know he was such a legendary ladies man. He said, as long as he was discreet and didn’t embarrass her publicly, all was well at home in Hampstead Heath, where they live like English royals. I tried warning Camille he was just passing through, but it was too late. She was already devouring Hamlet.
The play as well as the actor.
My chin and I started to twitch after seeing the look of elation nesting on Camille’s face. We may as well have been copping a dime bag.
So how long are you in town for?
I asked, praying it was short.
Wull, I da know,
he said, gazing at Camille as if she were a hot hors d’oeuvre.
She was hot all right, and I needed to douse her flame fast.
Camille, let’s go to the ladies room.
I don’t have to go.
Yeah, but I need you to zipper me back up.
Shall I come?
Ooh, did I want to smack him.
Excuse us.
I think we need to get the hell outta here…now,
I said when we got into the hallway.
What are you so worried about? I’m not getting involved with him again, but he is so cute. Why waste him? And maybe he’ll give us tickets to something. I have it all under control. Trust me.
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