Love Brigade on the Lawn

They came again, the makeup artist, the hair designer, the videographer, the production manager, the bone thin models both male and female. Last year they came to shoot the view book on the river lawn, this year they came to do a video. They are infant entrepreneurs working hard to establish themselves, their line, their brand. Somehow my heart goes out to them. I remember my brief sojourn in NY. I remember sweating in winter wool for the December issue of the magazine. I remember the horrified shrieks of the hair folks when the hot lights made my curls sneak out from the shellacked 60's straightness that had been decreed by the fashion czars.I remember the sweet crooning of the photographer as he took the pictures and then handed his camera to the Asian assistant for instant reloading. There is no reloading now. There is only perpetuity.