Update: Nuremburg

It is ze awesome, and it's been a great, easy shoot. Here are some pics of Nuremburg, taken early, early in the morning on my run.

Opernhaus

And here are some of the outfits I wore. One of the best things about modelling is that you get to play pretend, even if it's only for a little while and you're the only one that knows who you're pretending to be. For example:

First I was Funeral Dollie

 

 

 

 

For all your childhood grieving needs

Then I was Borscht Belderson, a Catskills comedian.

I told the photographer to, "get me a Scotch and a cigarette...STAT, you son of a bitch." He was confused, but liked it.

 Then I was that frumpy woman in the office that gets crazy and wears inappropriately low-cut dresses to the holiday party. I call her Pam.  She was my favorite.

Get Pam a chardonnay!

Or hepatitis!

 Then I was Bianca Jagger. And I didn't even have to get a contact high from making out with Mick Jagger.

















Then Pam went to a wedding.

Pam is going to get buckwild tonight, yall.

 And then... I was Beyonce.

I swear to the sweet, squalling baby Jesus if someone even hints that I am not the spit fucking image of Beyonce Knowles I will lose it.