gossip girl 4 英文-第17章

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of　my　more　recent　poems　is　in　this　week？s　issue　ofThe　New　Yorker　。　It？s　called　？Sluts。？？　

？No　way！？　the　woman　gushed　in　a　loud　whisper。　She　pulled　her　lavender　leather　Better　Than　
Naked　tote　bag　into　her　lap　and　retrieved　her　copy　ofThe　New　Yorker　。　Flipping　through　it；　she　
turned　to　page　forty…two。　？You　don？t　understand。　I　read　this　poem　over　the　phone　toall　my　
girlfriends。　I　can？t　believe　you　wrote　it。？　

Dan　didn？t　know　what　to　say。　This　was　his　first　encounter　with　an　actual　fan　and　he　felt　
simultaneously　embarrassed　and　thrilled。　？I？m　glad　you　liked　it；？　he　replied　modestly。　

？Liked　it？？　the　woman　repeated。　？It　changed　my　life！　Would　you　mind　signing　this　for　me？？　she　
asked；　thrusting　the　magazine　into　his　lap。　

Dan　shrugged　and　retrieved　his　pen。Daniel　Humphrey　；　he　scribbled　just　beside　his　poem；　but　his　
signature　looked　a　little　plain　and　impersonal　so　he　added　a　squiggly　little　flourish　underneath　it。　
He？d　scribbled　over　a　few　lines　of　the　Gabriel　Garcia　Rhodes　story；　which　seemed　kind　of　like　
sacrilege；　but　who　really　cared；　when　he？d　just　signed　his　first　autograph。　He　was　famous？a　real；　


genuine　writer！　

？Thank　youso；　so　much；？　the　woman　said；　taking　the　magazine　back。　She　pointed　to　his　
notebook。　？Now　you　go　ahead　and　keep　writing；？　she　whispered　reverently。　？Forget　I　bothered　
you。？　

German　folk　music　morphed　into　opera　and　the　little　boys　left　the　runway　leading　their　goats。　
Models　floated　in　wearing　long　black　wool　capes；　peacock　blue　suede　thigh…high　boots；　and　
ostrich　feather　headdresses。　They　looked　like　characters　out　of　aLord　of　the　Rings　sequel。　

Dan　flipped　open　his　notebook　and　began　to　write。Good　and　bad　witches；　he　scribbled。Hunting　
hungry　wolves　。　He　bit　the　end　of　his　pen　and　then　added；Wish　I　could　smoke　a　fucking　cigarette　。　

vposes　as　a　poser　

For　her　appearance　at　the　Culture　of　Humanity　by　Jedediah　Angel　show　at　Highway　1　in　Chelsea；　
Vanessa　broke　her　tradition　of　wearing　only　black　and　borrowed　Ruby？s　red　scoop…neck　top　with　
three…quarter…length　sleeves。　It　was　the　same　top　she？d　worn　once　before　and　gotten　a　lot　of　
pliments　on；　probably　because　it　was　so　low　it　revealed　her　soft；　pale　cleavage　and　a　hint　of　
her　black　lace　bra。　Vanessa　had　arrived　late　because　her　sister　had　insisted　she　take　a　cab；　and　of　
course　the　cab　had　gotten　stuck　in　the　snow　near　Union　Square。　While　the　driver　yelled　at　the　
towing　pany　on　his　cell　phone　with　Lite　FM　blaring　from　the　speakers；　Vanessa　had　jumped　
ship。　When　she？d　finally　made　it　to　the　club；　her　ears　had　been　frozen　solid　and　she？d　looked　like　
a　walking　snowball。　The　fashion　show　had　already　started　and　she？d　been　sure　they？d　turn　her　
away　at　the　huge　garage　door　that　served　as　an　entrance；　but　when　she？d　given　her　name　to　the　girl　
at　the　door；　a　security　guard　with　a　flashlight　had　been　appointed　to　personally　escort　Vanessa　to　
her　seat　in　thecenter　of　thefront　row　。　The　chair　had　a　card　taped　to　it　with　
CHRISTINARICCIcrossed　out　in　black　marker　and　VANESSAABRAMSwritten　in　instead。　
Vanessa　had　never　felt　so　special　in　all　her　life。　

The　room　was　dark　except　for　burning　white　foot…high　candles　lining　the　runway　on　either　side。　
Models　dressed　in　navy　blue　above…the…knee　sailor　dresses　with　white　piping　and　gold　buttons　at　
the　lapels　held　foghorns　to　their　lips　as　the　sound　of　a　terrible　storm　at　sea　boomed　out　of　the　
sound　system。　The　white　wall　behind　the　runway　was　lit　with　a　single　spotlight；　and　on　that　wall　
was　projected　the　New　York　film　essay　Vanessa　had　sent　to　NYU。　The　film　was　black　and　white　
and　it　took　on　a　sort　of　nineteen…forties　classiness　paired　with　the　models？　sailor　dresses。　And　even　
though　everyone　there　seemed　to　be　taking　this　whole　bogus　fashion…at…sea　thing　way　too　
seriously；　Vanessa　had　to　admit　it　was　pretty　cool　to　see　her　film　up　there　in　lights。　

The　wafer…thin　woman　next　to　her　flipped　open　her　PalmPilot　and　typed　in；Brilliant　backdrop　；　
with　a　long　red　fingernail。　She　was　wearing　an　ID　tag　on　her　camel…colored　cashmere　sweater　with　


the　wordVogue　printed　on　it；　and　her　brown　hair　was　cut　in　a　short　bob　with　thick；　
bronze…highlighted　bangs。　She　continued　to　type。Note：　Ask　Jed　where　the　film　came　from。　

Vanessa　considered　nudging　her　gently　and　saying；　？I　made　it；？　but　she　decided　it　would　be　more　
fun　to　stay　quiet　and　see　what　happened。　Maybe　someone　would　detest　the　film　and　make　a　big　
stink　about　it　and　Vanessa　would　bee　known　as　the　infamous　filmmaker　whose　bitterly　honest　
portrayal　of　New　York　had　been　a　real　downer　at　Fashion　Week。　She　wondered　how　Dan　was　
doing　at　the　Better　Than　Naked　show。　She　imagined　him　asking　that　hot　new　Brazilian　
super…model？Anike；　or　whatever　her　name　was？for　a　light　without　even　knowing　who　she　was。　
That　was　the　thing　Vanessa　most　loved　about　Dan；　his　divine　innocence。　

The　film　came　to　the　part　where　she？d　filmed　two　old　men　wearing　matching　red…and…black　plaid　
wool　jackets　and　black　wool　caps　playing　chess　in　Washington　Square　Park。　One　guy？s　head　
bobbed　against　his　chest；　his　burning　cigar　perched　precariously　on　his　sagging　lower　lip　as　he　
began　to　fall　asleep。　The　other　guy　snapped　his　fingers　to　make　sure　his　partner　was　asleep　before　
moving　the　chess　pieces　around　and　nudging　his　sleeping　friend　awake　again。　

Inside　Highway　1　the　sounds　of　the　storm　faded　and　boisterous　big…band　music　began　to　play。　A　
giant　cardboard　boat　was　hauled　onto　the　stage　by　muscular　male　models　pulling　thick　white　ropes　
and　wearing　only　simple　navy　blue　briefs。　The　boat　came　to　a　stop　and　the　gangplank　was　lowered。　
Out　came　the　models；　two　at　a　time？there　must　have　been　a　hundred　of　them；　and　how　had　they　all　
fit　into　that　boat？？all　dressed　in　navy　blue　satin　bra…and…panty　sets；　with　white　fish…net　
over…the…knee　stockings；　white　elbow…length　gloves　and　white　suede　over…the…knee　boots。　After　
marching　down　the　gangplank　with　military…style　efficiency　they　began　a　plicated　dance　that　
looked　like　a　cross　between　air　traffic　control　and　water　ballet。　Suddenly　the　neat　rows　of　
gesticulating　models　parted　to　reveal　a　dapper　dude　with　curly；　shoulder…length　red　hair；　wearing　a　
white　three…piece　suit；　carrying　a　jewel…encrusted　gold　cane；　andtap…dancing　。　

　No　joke。　

Red　curls　bouncing；　he　tap…danced　right　up　to　the　end　of　the　runway；　stopped　on　a　dime；　and　
began　to　applaud　the　audience。　Behind　him　the　models　stood　on　one　leg；　with　the　other　knee　
raised　high；　like　flamingos；　applauding；　too。　Then　the　music　stopped　and　the　audience　went　wild。　

The　redhead　had　to　be　Jedediah　Angel；　Vanessa　decided；　and　he　was　standing　directly　in　front　of　
her。　He　took　a　deep　bow；　looking　a　bit　like　the　Wizard　of　Oz　in　his　tight　white　suit。　Suddenly　he　
pointed　at　her　and　began　to　whoop　and　clap；　motioning　for　her　to　stand　up。　Vanessa　shook　her　
head；　alarmed；　but　Jedediah　Angel　kept　on　beckoning　to　her。　？Stand　up；　baby！　Standup　！？　

The　crowd　was　going　crazy　now。　They　didn？t　even　know　who　the　hell　Vanessa　was；　but　if　
Jedediah　Angel　wanted　her　to　bow；　she　must　besomebody　。　Giving　in；　Vanessa　stood　up；　her　face　
burning　with　embarrassment　and　her　shoulders　shaking　in　an　uncharacteristically　nervous　fit　of　the　
giggles　as　she　bowed　her　head　to　acknowledge　their　applause。　


She　could　already　hear　Ken　Mogul　whispering　in　her　ear；　？Get　used　to　it　baby；　you？ve　rocked　
their　world！？　And　even　though　itwas　kind　of　cool　to　have　so　many　people　acting　like　they　
worshipped　her；　she　couldn？t　wait　to　trade　stories　with　Dan　about　what　a　farce　the　whole　thing　
was。　

Unless　of　course　he？d　already　eloped　to　the　south　of　France　with　a　hot　nineteen…year…old　
Brazilian　supermodel。　

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　hey　people！　

Let　it　snow！　

There　are　fourteen　inches　on　the　ground　so　far　and　here　I　am；　snowed　in　at　the　hottest；　most　
exclusive　Fashion　Week　after…party　ever；　with　my　all…time　favorite　fashion　designer；　hundreds　of　
gorgeous　models　and　hunk…o…