So, my friend's husband is a photographer for the Salt Lake Tribune and he asked me to model for the cover of the Sundance Film Festival Tribune insert. Basically he said that he wanted the model (Me) to be supersized (think attack of the 50 ft woman), wearing the trendy Park City clothes, skiing down main street out of control, with pieces of movie film flying in the wind. phew! How fun, don't you think?! well, it was. basically i had to pose with one foot in the binding of a ski while i lifted my left leg up in the air. Later he was going to photo shop the other ski on my foot. At one point he said to me, "these would make really good black mail pictures" which i casually laughed off. But then i got to thinking about it and yes! this pictures is redonkulous! i look crazed!
My one and only claim to fame. I look forward to someone stopping me in the grocery check-out line and be like, "wait. i know you! i know you! you were that CRAZY lady with the bright pink sunglasses that was screaming and skiing on the cover of the Tribune!" and i will say, "why yes. yes, i am." and then i will rip off a piece of paper from the magazine in her hand and i will scribble my autograph for her, whether she asks for it or not. fame is such a bitch.
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