During the shoot in November 2003, I was vaguely aware of the stylists sulky demeanor and eye-rolling vibe, but I blocked her out. Some fashion people are snotty drama queens; this is not news. Whatever was going on with her, I was determined to be positive and not get infected by her energy. Later, Fiorella told me that the entire time I was in makeup, the stylist had been clomping up and down the hall, sputtering into her cell phone, I cant believe I have to style a FAT GIRL! Believe it, bitch.
