Lindsey — Nov 23, 2008 @ 7:47pm

Over your weekend trip to NYC, you wandered down to the Fashion District in search of Tim Gunn and possibly Heidi Klum.  Surprisingly, you DID find Tim Gunn, though at the predictable location of Parsons School of Design.  You pulled him aside and begged him to make you a judge for the next PR season, if only so you could sit in a director’s chair bitchy and unsmiling, like Victoria Beckham.  Or at the very least, a chance to be on Guide to Style (provided they gave you a whole new wardrobe).  Jason was less into the second idea, worried that they’d put you into a tweed office suit, of the three-button “lock and load” variety.  Tim agreed to the former, and then handed you a camera.  “Take this camera into the city and take a picture of something that inspires you,” he said.  Fortunately, you did not have to go far, as sitting out in the alley beside Parsons was a dumpster-cart full of mannequin legs.  It inspired you.  The neutrals, the vertical, yet wavy lines. 

That is SO it, right?