Chapter 11The session had been a real b***h. She hoped the effort was worth it. She had never worked with the photographer before. Ching was a perfectionist, already amassing a following in the galleries, his fashion photographs coming out in the fall in a tabletop book.
She had been at his studio at eight o’clock that morning. Now, at midnight, she was just pressing her key into the lock of their apartment. As she inserted the key she pressed her forehead against the door and let her body sort of fall into the apartment.
People who thought models had it easy were crazy. Trying to look perfect for eighteen hours was no easy task, and she hoped she had survived, hoped the film didn’t show any of the weariness she was feeling toward the end as Ching urged her, “Lift you chin…Higher! Give m
