white monday

today was a strange day. i really don't have a job description per se, and days like today are the reason for that. it began with some unhappy creatives and a panic-stricken assistant account manager and ended with white.

i'd do anything for mary tomer even if she wasn't in a bind. but today she was. so off i went, venturing through the sea of soho with someone else's plastic. american apparel provided me with all the tight white clothing i needed. and thanks to the passing of labor day, white shoes were no where to be found. we were forced to get a little creative.

i purchased four pairs of silver heels and headed over to pearl paint where the magic began. i brought mary the clothes, grabbed the financial times, and headed downstairs to find a nice little sidewalk spot. the looks i got from passersby were absolutely priceless. today i was one of those people on the street doing something weird that warrants a second look, and a third, and a fourth. people had "what the hell?" written all over their faces. one guy even asked what i was selling them for. what - these people had never seen someone spray paint four pairs of identical high heels on the sidewalk before?

despite the unfavorable winds, i definitely had me some white heels. all in a day's work. i guess. so now at a shoot in some studio in madison, wisconsin there will be three unappreciative girls wearing lots of white.