visiting hours in my head
I dreamt last night that I was taking a friend of mine to Dov Charney's office. Dov Charney, the wicked sketch owner of american apparel. I tried to explain to her that Dov has a tendency for dating his models, but she was interested "from a feminist anthropological standpoint" so I took her over.
we went around to the backdoor of an apartment building and I gave the doorman my name. after a short wait, Dov stuck his head out and said, "Oh, you're back to see my collection of vintage porn postcards, right?" I said, "No, I just was in the mood to have a really exploitative picture taken of my armpit." we were obviously good chums and we laughed about how saucy we were as he led us into the lobby.
Dov and I sat on the receptionist's desk and discussed my recipe for squash pie and his latest venture into unitards. meanwhile, my friend pored over albums of american apparel ads and photography and I could see that she had decided to try to be one of Dov's models. I was incredibly disappointed. I told Dov I was going to run to the store to buy the ingredients for the squash pie and left my friend sitting in the lobby to attempt her seduction.
he called me a few minutes later to ask me to pick up some sparkling grapefruit juice while I was out. I told him I would only get it if he promised not to splash it on any naked women. he asked if I counted. I hung up on him and went back to figuring out how much nutmeg I needed.
we went around to the backdoor of an apartment building and I gave the doorman my name. after a short wait, Dov stuck his head out and said, "Oh, you're back to see my collection of vintage porn postcards, right?" I said, "No, I just was in the mood to have a really exploitative picture taken of my armpit." we were obviously good chums and we laughed about how saucy we were as he led us into the lobby.
Dov and I sat on the receptionist's desk and discussed my recipe for squash pie and his latest venture into unitards. meanwhile, my friend pored over albums of american apparel ads and photography and I could see that she had decided to try to be one of Dov's models. I was incredibly disappointed. I told Dov I was going to run to the store to buy the ingredients for the squash pie and left my friend sitting in the lobby to attempt her seduction.
he called me a few minutes later to ask me to pick up some sparkling grapefruit juice while I was out. I told him I would only get it if he promised not to splash it on any naked women. he asked if I counted. I hung up on him and went back to figuring out how much nutmeg I needed.