On our way to lunch this past weekend, at a spot we admittedly found on “Diners Drive Ins and Dives” (we are slightly addicted to any and every show associated with good food), we stopped at this park I absolutely love. While walking through we decided it would be the perfect spot to shoot. Little did we know that an older man (wearing very skimpy swimsuit trousers and only those, let me reiterate, very skimpy swimsuit trousers) would follow us around for about 90% of the time asking what issue of Vogue we were shooting for. No matter how much we insisted it was not for Vogue, that my husband did not force me to wear some fabulous hat and heels against my will, and that my daughter was in no way a hired underage assistant, apparently we were just being secretive and didn’t want to let the issue out before hand. So dear sir in the park, I am nowhere near a Vogue model on so many levels but thanks for the (
slightly very creepy) flattery… I think! Needless to say I will not be returning to that park for a while!
Side note: Never go to a place you found on a popular show in the middle of a weekend afternoon. It WILL have insane lines and you will end up indulging in chicken tostados and spanish lattes at, a tried and true favorite, Urth Caffe!