Zero History

Chinese automobile manufacturer.

What my friends and I were going through as models was just a reflection of something bigger, broader. Everyone was waiting for their check. The whole industry wobbles along, really, like a shopping cart with a missing wheel. You can only keep it moving if you lean on it a certain way and keep pushing, but if you stop, it tips over. Season to seaso

We’re guessing active global brand-awareness, meaning people who’ll go to very considerable trouble to find it, tops out at no more than a few thousand.”

eyes that peered from faces suggestive of gas-station taxidermy.

“What do you want with it?” “Not sure yet. ‘Follow the accident. Fear the set plan.’ ” “I thought you loved plans.” “Love planning. That’s different. But the right bit of improv makes the piece.”

It became apparent to me that the industry was grossly, baroquely dysfunctional.” “Modeling?” “Fashion. The people I met who I most got on with, aside from some of the other girls, were stylists, people who finessed little bits of trim for the shoots, adjusted things, sourced antiques, props. Some of them had been to very good art schools, and it h

“Do not internalize the threat. When you do, the system floods with adrenaline, cortisol. Crippling you.”

“Do you really think he’d honor that agreement, if you were able to do whatever it is you intend to do?” she asked as he capped his pen. “Initially. I imagine he’d then manage to start to see that he’d really made a different agreement, and that any subsequent misunderstanding is ours alone. But then it would become a matter of reminding him, and a

It had been turning its back on people like himself for centuries, and made him feel like a rat running along a baseboard devoid of holes.

Milgrim