Archive for January 17th, 2009

Ms. Cell Aneeus

Saturday, January 17th, 2009

Years ago, a young model friend of mine had a serious drug problem. Between rehab and jail stints, career choices are pretty bleak for beautiful young women tragically addicted to “controlled substances”. Some become professional bed warmers, others become ‘boosters’.

A booster is someone who steals things and then sells them to a middleman for about 10% of their value. The middleman is called a ‘fence’ and one suspects he does not collect NYS sales tax when he sells the goods to others. It’s been estimated that 75% of everything stolen in this country has some connection to the drug trade. Of course even Tuesday and Wednesday, my cats, have figured out that decriminalizing drugs would drastically reduce crimes against the rest of us – but that’s another story.

My friend T. chose the booster path to the ‘Crossbar Hotel’. One day when I was visiting her, I remarked that I would love to photograph her in the very stylish, attractive jumpsuit she wore. It was just a wiseass remark and I didn’t think anything more about it.

A few months later when T. came to my place to be photographed, she unpacked from her bag the jumpsuit! I was shocked.

“How did you get that out of jail?” I said.

T. smiled. “It’s my job, remember?”