So I had to deal with clothes that only had a vaguely 70s look about them, and set the mood with accessories. I chose the silver jewellery my mom had collected in her youth, cheap bracelets I had got at the fleamarket in mine, and an Elsa Peretti trinket from Ebay.
The hair looked great. So great that I decided to try it myself, as an expression of my true personality. Fun, flirty, feminine, you know? Obviously my true personality is more drag queen but without the glamour.
Now that you have seen it, I will probably have to kill you.
The shooting went well, the chief editor, a huge cat lover, liked the photos, but expressed concerns over the wellbeing of the little kitty. Had it not been a really stressful experience for her, that day in the studio, under those harsh lights, with so many people? I tried to calm her down by telling her that the cat had actually been dead before the shooting, feeling like a real animal rights activist. Big mistake. Huge. When we refused to throw out that picture, the Art Director was ordered to do something about the cat´s 'lifeless' look. I think the exact words were "Make her look lively again".
I still don´t know who hated us more, the Editor in Chief or the Art Director.