WORK THE HAIR, BEEYOTCH!

I have a little Iman story. Once I was dj'ing at a Visionaire party in Manhattan. Everyone was buzzing around a lovely young black fox at the bar who I assumed was the haute new modelle du jour. Then I realized that she wasn't young or new--she was Iman. LOOKING SENSATIONAL! I was quite tanked, so it was without hesitation that I barrelled over to the bar and introduced myself. We hit it off immediately, and it when the second dj took over I joined her at the bar and some really rotten antics ensued. I was so drunk that I couldn't tell you for sure, but I believe she was somewhat lit too, and we entertained ourselves by slamming our fists on the bar and demanding more free champagne each time our glasses were even half-empty. Iman was with a cute black fag whose eyes were a little crossed, and whenever he said something I'd look over at her with my eyes crossed and continue the conversation. We were howling, and I began to insinuate that I had a date with David later that evening, and also tormented her with "Ya look good. You're no Esme (a largely forgotten but incredible heavy-eyebrowed early 80's it girl), but ya look good." When she got up to use the toilette, I brayed that she couldn't handle being seated next to a true beauty like myself. She seemed to love every minute of the abuse. I'm sure she's so used to people kissing her ass that she ate up all the insults. I have to say that she is one of the most fun people I've ever met. That David Bowie is getting some of the best pussy in the world! She still looks incredible!