For those of you who watched Sex in the City.
Do you remember the episode about modelizers, men who are obsessed with models. Well, I met one the other day. I was at Bumble and bumble for another free cut. These things take a long time, so I was reading Elle. One of the educators, who looked and sounded more like a frat boy than a hair stylist, seemed to be reading over my shoulder. I was reading a story about the new Calvin Klein line, and there were four pictures of the same model on the page. Then I realized he wasn't reading, he was staring. He started talking with some of the other stylists about his favorite models, and who had owned what shows, and who was new this season and who he had pictures of himself with, did they want to see? I guess modelizers really do exist.

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