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by Roop 10/23/2017, 4:53am PDT |
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Wasn't the Playmate though. So I guess it would be a big deal today... if actually being a Playmate mattered anymore.
I used to work at Playboy's photolab in the nineties, and I thought it was bullshit at the time, but I guess being a Playmate was pretty much a big deal back then, could launch careers. One day the manager brought me a stack of headshots of Anna Nicole Smith, went on and on how secret it was that she was going to be the Playmate of the Year like he's letting me in on some state secret. Hush hush, tell no one! Just rolled my eyes at him and asked him if he actually believed this shit he was saying. The girl from the jeans commercial, who really gives a shit? What's nuts is, I probably could have run off somewhere and sold that secret, was surprised what a big deal people made of it. A different world when there wasn't free porn everywhere, I suppose. Anyway, I took out the roots on her bleached blonde hair and kept the big secret.
Also, will never forget how Hefner had two photographers following him and his wife and kids around 24 hours a day, documenting their lives. Fun fixing the dust spots on those every day. For parties having all those women and dudes like Tony Curtis hanging out, they sure looked boring as fuck. |
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