DON'T tell my BOOKER.

SEX. DRUGS. ROCK n ROLL. In the land of pretty little things, sometimes life just ain't all that pretty. Not to say that its all out of a fashion horror film, but in the dark crevices of the world of fashion, evil is lurking.

Imagine a fairytale land where fifteen year old girls live 'happily ever after' in model apartments across the ocean and have druglords for agents. Well, in one particular case anyway. And where boys sleep with bookers in order to maintain mutual co-operation. This, my friends, is not fiction; it is fashion, through the eyes of babes not yet old enough to know how to do their own laundry.

Closer to home, yet still far enough off into the distance, models were sent in for a certain fashion week from a rather not-so-well-off country to prance the catwalk for a lesser price than the homegrown talent. Word on the street is that they were then disposed of to gentlemen callers for a little one-on-one private viewing, if you know what i mean.

Whether its wrong, or very wrong, being lucky enough to have been brought up in North America, I don't know if I am able to answer or fully understand that question. Without knowing the history of where these girls are coming from, perhaps being a fashion 'whore' in a place such as New York City doesn't seem all that bad to them.

One thing I do know is where there's bad, there's that much more good and it's more than possible to have a positive career in this chaotic business in which we call fashion. Just be aware of those dark crevices.