First of all, when he asked me, I thought: “ Maybe you’re getting a little old for this - you know, trying to perfect your body on celluloid.” It seemed so vain. And then I remembered the last time.

We drank a little Scotch and I got nice and relaxed, and it really was enjoyable to loosen up like that and to become uninhibited. Because, that’s the way I think about myself, sort of “closet” uninhibited”

I had taken my clothes off and felt very open and happy, but convinced that I’d wind up looking like a horse – overweight and lumpy.

When I saw the prints, I was happy.

They were all soft and gauzy and I felt like we had accomplished something. Gotten past all my awkwardness and created something, well for want of a better word “poetic,”

I was all crouched up – in the shots – all curled up and wrapped in gauze. And I looked round and soft and very feminine, and I thought YES. He’s turned me inside out. This is the way I feel inside.

Now, this time, I wanted something different.

The flu had left me five pounds thinner. I thought that was a plus.

This time I wanted to look glamorous and in control. Why? Because I’m single again now and in New York City isn’t that the only way you can look when you’re getting by.

So come on Buff. Work some magic.

A studio apartment is one thing. But with a beautiful headshot as its occupant on the wall, well that’s another. Does anyone ever look at a representation of their own physical image and fell satisfied. Do we all want to look beautiful rather than merely interesting?

Buff turned me inside out again. This time I looked sad and thoughtful. I’d forgotten just how penetrating the lens could be. I don’t know about looking glamorous and in control I wound up looking exacting like the person who is living my life.

There she is pinned down in black and white.

Take a look.