The Man Who Understood Women (2013) - Plot & Excerpts
I suppose you would call it a job in a million: Kenya, Canada, Finland, Lapland, Argentina, Japan … you never know from one moment to the next where the Fashion Editor’s fancy will take her, and you have to be ready to pack your bags and go at a moment’s notice; footloose and fancy-free. You must know the sort of thing. A black wrap-around (cotton for coolness) against the wide blue yonder of the Persian Gulf. Click. White ankle-length in Waikiki. Click. Sables on the Ponte Vecchio. Click. We might spend days in Bahrain and finally get one picture so that all the chicks would rush like lemmings to the classy boutiques for the cheesecloth shift or the espadrilles, or whatever it was we were plugging. No matter that our model was covered with bites and had been up all night with the trots and that the espadrilles fitted nowhere. It was my job to get it together so that she looked suitably happy, that the photographer was sober enough to do his stuff, the hairdresser and the make-up girl in the right place at the right time and not scuba diving or chatting up the locals with a view to business, amorous or otherwise.
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