Chapter 8: Mr. August
February 16. A heat wave warms the city, and the rivers begin to melt. The sun shines a smidgen, and the robins become confused. The temperature actually rises to sixty; the unexpected beauty of Mother Nature at work. I feel like tanning. Can’t. Too busy working.
It happens. The Netherland twins, Adam and Alex Silk, arrive at the studio shortly after eleven o’clock in the morning. They are dressed identically: white tennis shirts, slim jeans, and running shoes. I shake their hands and ask if they need a bottle of water from the nearby fridge. Neither are thirsty. I walk them through the shoot: undress in the bathroom, exit in matching, yellow swimsuits, Georgina will do makeup, and they will model in front of the green screen.
“I’ll do my thing, directing you. Timm
