Berlinerin

(Ph. Daniel Grandl ) Poor Daniel bumped into me when I was on my way back to the hotel after a long, long day of showroom hopping and catwalk gazing (I'm gonna blame the strained eyes on that... though you and I both know after-hour Merlot the night before with miss P played its part, too). So much for glamorous show-goer. Instead, he got bare-faced tired-onista (a fashionista in need of extra pillow time). Ever the gentleman, he asked for a close-up all the same, and because he is quite the talented lensman (and because I thought I might like to remember -2°C Berlin is when I decided it might be fun to flash some midriff for the first time), I...