That’s me right there under the pink arrow. I was maybe 21ish and sporting shoulder pads and sipping on icky scotch. My golden Hair Painting streaks matched the lurex in my outfit. I thought I was The Hotness. By the way, the bar was Zazu’s and back in the 80s it was all lacquered up Kelly Wearstler hotness back when she was merely a schoolgirl.
Tonight, I’m going to a reunion of the ad agency where I worked oh so very long ago. Just the thought of it, puts first-day-of-high-school butterflies in my stomach. Ask my friends. I am NOT a shy person. I’m super confident. And have no fear talking to anyone about anything. But, in my strange psyche, the word ‘reunion’ prompts naked-in-public nightmares. I truly cannot wait to see everyone from one of the best eras of my life. But if my best friend weren’t dragging me there, I probably wouldn’t go.
So let’s have some Kelly Wearstler to settle my nerves and bolster my verve.
I love this last photo of a kid doing mounting a sofa kid-style. More in-situ images of a Kelly Wearstler photo shoot at her gorgeous house here.