A few more Style.com images from the Trovata Fashion Week stunt (those are extensions; my hair has never been that long and flowy). These shots were taken relatively late in Fashion Week, and I was exhausted (as you can kinda see in these shots). We were up by nine every day to go to hair and makeup, at events and shows by eleven, and generally worked until two or three in the morning.
Trust me, I know that swanning around Fashion Week parties drinking champagne hardly sounds like hard work, but when you have to be playing a role every single second, and screwing up means getting outed as actors…well, it was quite tiring stuff. I did actually end up getting outed, and by Arden Wohl, no less (we went to Dalton together).
Arden came running up to me in Beatrice Inn: “Jordan?!”
I just sort of mumbled something in “Romanian.”
“Why are you pretending that you don’t speak English?”
And at that, I had one of my bodyguards whisk me away.
