And that’s how we say it in Hi-Fashin; muddles. I was living my dream for a couple of hours the other day—To be surrounded by muddles in non-fashion situation kinda thing. You know, models off-duty, hanging out with all my muddle friends.
Okay, I might have exaggerated and they are not really my friends. They were model we met earlier at Bally and previous shows and coincidentally they were friend of Massi. Massi invited me over for mushroom risotto at his place and then muddles starts flocking and dancing to Thriller. (That was before the landlord came up and start nagging.)
Contrary to what you might believe, models are really friendly and they do eat... Moderately.