Roses, Glamour and Demarchelier

Even though my birthday was yesterday, it feels like I started celebrating back in April when I was vacationing in the Bahamas.


One afternoon while my husband and three-year-old (his birthday was Tuesday) were napping, I received an e-mail from Maggie Mann of Glamour U.S. asking if I would be interested in participating in a denim story that she was developing and which would be shot by Patrick Demarchelier. Did you lose your breath too? Well I did. Me, a new and aspiring photographer offered the opportunity to be shot by one of the most talented fashion photographers ever. I still get goose bumps when I replay the scene in my head.
My response: "Hello Maggie, how are you? I am so flattered! I am really lucky that I am sitting right now because my cheeks are burning, and I would faint if I were standing! I would love to! This is amazing!!!!!!"


Fast forward to the shoot. Every single person that I met that day was marvelous. Maggie, a personal style inspiration of mine, was a rock-star-of-a-stylist; Jillian, her assistant was super -sweet; and Monsieur Demarchelier- pleasant, cordial, and charming in that older European-man way. How does he work? He's a master- superbly precise.


So after waiting about a month for the August issue to arrive on Italian newsstands, my neighborhood newspaper dealer dropped of my copy two days ago. I am beyond over the moon over the experience. To be included in a group of such stylish women is a lovely and generous compliment.


The editorial, combined with the 34 (that's my age) long-stem roses that my incredible husband sent me, an afternoon walk to get gelato with my beloved son, and a decadent-dining experience planned by my extraordinary husband, makes for the best birthday ever!!! xx, Tamu