Anyway, one of my assistants told me that there were photographers all over my stand-in at Fashion Week. With telephoto lenses and such.
Obviously, I am not using her again. You might say she almost looked... mortal. How demode.
I am, of course, perfect. Immortal people never wrinkle.
I fired everyone involved. It felt good - I haven't fired anyone in a week. That's a new record. The longest time had been six days, after I fired the assistant that runs between the Art Department and my office. You see, the idiot tripped on my new Chanel rug and beautiful half-finished pages of Vogue flew everywhere. Vogue is not permitted to touch the ground or any unclean surface. I was simply doing my duty as protector of the realm of Vogue.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to tell an assistant go to Hermès and buy 500 white scarves. I use them to blot my lipstick.