An Afternoon at Saks
I love Saks. It’s just like Bloomingdale’s, only bigger and the people don’t spray you as much; they just ignore you. There was an open book in the Saks window called Sample. I stood there looking at it. Two pages were filled with fashion sketches of models with the Polaroid of the actual model next to them. I thought that I could do that with my own work, take a Polaroid of my little cards then sketch them and put them in a book just like this one. I walked in and asked the lady dressed in red at the door. “Where is that book in the window? Do you think I could see that book?” “Eighth floor, miss.” I wove through people and the make-up counters and stole a... Read more...
