19Boxers, Briefs, or Birthday Suit?
Hot on the heels of the Iceberg shoot, I was ready to cash in on high fashion. A few hours later, I met with friends in Little Italy for a much-needed non-svelte Italian meal. After devouring a pound of pasta and a half a pitcher of house red, I was game ready for my meeting at Calvin Klein. I was given my marching orders via my manager in Los Angeles, and all I knew of the meeting were two things. One, “Calvin Klein and his people” wanted to meet with me, and two, they were looking for a new face or…well, let's just stick with face for right now, for their men's underwear line. Seemed easy enough, after I showered, changed and put on some CK cologne, that's right, I was always one step ahead. I made my way to their headquarters to meet THE Calvin Klein and show my sweet-smelling, showered face to him and a few other good people there.
The meeting was unlike any other I'd experienced to this point in my life. A crisp, New York autumn night had fallen over the skyline of the city by the time I arrived. Once inside, I was warmly greeted in the lobby by someone's assistant. He could have been Calvin's assistant or for all I know, he could have been Andy's in accounting, I had no clue, but he knew who I was so I followed him upstairs to a waiting room that looked like what you would expect a waiting room to look like at Calvin Klein headquarters.
It was just a bit odd to me that there was no one else around. Maybe this is how the whole fashion ...
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