gossip girl 4 英文-第7部分

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photo　had　been　picked　up　by　a　New　York　Transit　Authority　arts　project　and　had　wound　up　being　
pasted　all　over　the　city。　

？Are　you　interested？？　the　guy　asked；　raising　his　blond…tinted　eyebrows　hopefully。　？You？re　just　
what　we？ve　been　looking　for。？　

Serena　fiddled　with　the　ties　on　her　white　cashmere　earflap　hat。　This　Friday　she　and　Aaron　had　
planned　to　spend　the　whole　night　together；　drinking　at　Soap　on　the　Lower　East　Side；　watching　
late…night　TV　in　her　bedroom；　and　。　。　。　hanging　out。　

　Whateverthat　means。　

Yes；　Iaminterested；　Serena　thought。　She　and　Aaron　could　hang　out　any　time。　They　had　the　rest　of　
their　lives　to　hang　out　together！　Getting　asked　to　be　in　Les　Best？s　show　during　New　York　Fashion　
Week　was　a　once…in…a…lifetime　opportunity。　It　wasn？t　like　she　wanted　to　make　a　career　of　


modeling　or　anything；　but　this　was　her　chance　to　show　Les　Best　how　much　she　truly　appreciated　
his　clothes。　Plus；　it　would　befun　。　Aaron　would　understand　that。　In　fact；　he　was　such　a　wonderful　
boyfriend；　he？d　probablyencourage　her　to　do　it。　

？I？d　love　to；？　Serena　answered　finally。　She　pursed　her　not…too…full；　not…too…thin　lips　and　then　
grinned　at　her　own　ballsiness。　？But　only　if　I　can　have　your　jacket。　I　was　looking　for　that　exact　one　
for　my　boyfriend　and　a　little　bird　told　me　you　took　the　last　one。？　

？Oh　my　God；　totally。？　The　blond　guy　whipped　off　the　bright　green　jacket　and　folded　it　expertly。　
Walking　over　to　the　register；　he　wrapped　the　jacket　in　black　tissue　paper　and　tucked　it　into　a　prized　
white　Les　Best　shopping　bag。　？There　you　are；　darling。？　He　offered　the　bag　to　Serena。　？I？ve　only　
worn　it　for　like；　an　hour。　And　it？s　on　us；　gratis。　So；　we？ll　see　you　in　Les？s　tent　in　Bryant　Park　on　
Friday　at　4P。M。　sharp；　okay？　You？ll　be　on　the　list　and　you　can　invite　four　friends。　Look　for　the　
girls　holding　clipboards　and　wearing　headsets。　They？ll　tell　you　exactly　where　to　go。？　

Serena　took　the　bag。Score！　

？Don？t　I　need　to　be　fitted　for　anything；　or　practice　walking　on　the　runway；　or　whatever？？　she　
asked；　pulling　her　white　cashmere　cap　down　over　her　ears。　

The　guy　rolled　his　eyes　in　a　camp；　don？t…be…silly　way。　？Honey；　you？re　a　natural。　Trust　me；　you？ll　
look　good　no　matterwhat　you　do。？　He　handed　her　his　card。Guy　Reed；　Chief　d？Affairs；　Les　Best　
Couture；　it　read。　？If　you　have　any　questions；　just　call。？　He　gave　her　a　quick　kiss　on　the　
cheek。　？Hey；　whatis　that　scent　you？re　wearing？？　

Serena　smiled。　She　was　used　to　people　asking　about　her　scent；　too。　？I　mix　it　myself；？　she　told　
him；　fully　aware　that　her　answer　was　just　as　mysterious　as　the　scent。　

Guy　closed　his　eyes　and　inhaled　deeply。　？Mmm。　Dee…lish。？　He　opened　his　eyes　again。　？I？m　
going　to　have　to　tell　Les　about　that；　too。　He？s　been　searching　for　a　signature　scent。？　He　reached　up　
and　gave　Serena？s　hat　strings　a　playful　tug　with　his　tanned　fingers。　？See　you　Friday；　doll。　Stay　
warm。　And　don？t　forget；　the　after…party　is　even　better　than　the　show！？　

Serena　gave　him　a　quick　air　kiss　and　then　headed　out　into　the　cold。　She　couldn？t　wait　to　give　
Aaron　his　present　and　tell　him　the　news。　He　could　wear　the　jacket　to　the　show　and　then　they　could　
drop　by　the　after…party　together　so　she　could　show　him　off。　

Outside；　she　no　sooner　lifted　her　cashmere…mittened　hand　than　four　cabs　on　West　Fourteenth　
Street　screeched　to　a　halt　and　honked　for　her　attention。　

See　how　difficult　it　is　to　be　so　beautiful？　


　vrocks　people？s　worlds　

Ruby　was　on　another　Martha　Stewart　spree；　and　the　tantalizing　scent　of　freshly　baked　brownies　
wafted　into　Vanessa？s　bedroom　as　she　sorted　through　submissions　forRancor　；　the　Constance　
Billard　student…run　arts　magazine　of　which　she　was　editor…in…chief。　Heat　blasted　from　the　steaming　
radiators；　and　the　sounds　of　ambulance　sirens　and　car　horns　wailed　through　the　two　open　windows。　
Vanessa？s　bare　wooden　floor　was　scattered　with　the　usualRancor　submissions：　twenty　
black…and…white　photographs　of　clouds；　feet；　eyes；　or　the　family　dog；　three　short　stories　about　
learning　to　drive　and　feeling　the　tug　of　independence　despite　the　writer？s　appreciation　for　her　
parents　and　all　they？d　done　for　her；　and　seven　poems　discussing　the　meaning　of　friendship。　

　Boring。　

After　the　third　short　story；　Vanessa　retrieved　Ruby？s　sugaring　kit　from　the　bathroom。　Sugaring　
was　an　extremely　messy；　all…natural；　and　？virtually　painless？　way　of　removing　the　hair　on　your　
legs。　You　covered　your　legs　with　sticky　brown　goo；　applied　a　strip　of　white　cloth；　and　then　ripped　
the　strip　of　cloth　away　from　your　leg；　taking　the　hair　with　it。　

　Painless？Yeah；　right。　

Vanessa　kicked　her　black　leggings　onto　the　floor；　laid　a　black　bath　towel　over　her　black…and…gray　
patchwork　bedspread；　and　sat　down　on　top　of　it。　She　basted　her　pale；　stocky　calves　with　the　sugary　
stuff；　feeling　like　a　giant　glazed　donut。　Usually　she　was　extremely　low…maintenance；　but　if　Dan　
was　going　to　be　hanging　out　with　supermodels　and　agents　and　fashion　designers；　she　thought　she　
should　at　least　try　to　make　an　effort　and　do　something　about　the　hair　on　her　legs。　Besides；　spring　
was　just　around　the　corner。　She　might　even　go　crazy　and　try　sporting　a　miniskirt。　

？Fuck！？　she　yelped；　ripping　off　the　first　strip　of　gauze。　Who？d　e　up　with　the　idea　that　women　
were　supposed　to　be　all　smooth　and　hairless　like　babies？　What　the　hell　was　wrong　with　a　little　hair？　
Most　men　were　covered　with　it。　

She　ripped　off　another　strip。　？Christ！？　Okay；　this　was　officially　insane。　Her　skin　was　so　raw　and　
red　she　wouldn？t　have　been　surprised　to　see　blood　gushing　from　the　hair　follicles。　

Her　phone　rang　and　she　snatched　it　up　and　growled　into　it；　？If　this　is　you；　Dan；　I　want　you　to　
know　that　I？m　frigging　ripping　the　hair　off　my　body　with　my　bare　hands　right　now；　and　I？m　doing　
it　all　for　you；　which　is　pretty　fucking　poetic　if　you　ask　me！？　

？Hello？　Vanessa　Abrams？　This　is　Ken　Mogul；　filmmaker。　You　sent　me　your　New　York　film　essay　
a　few　weeks　ago。　We　met　in　the　park　on　New　Year？s　Eve？？　

Vanessa　sat　up　straight　and　adjusted　the　phone　against　her　ear。　Ken　Mogul　was　only；　like；　one　of　
the　most　famous　alternative　film　directors　ever。　At　Christmastime　he？d　happened　upon　a　clip　of　


Vanessa？s　work　on　the　Web　and　had　been　so　impressed　he？d　flown　all　the　way　from　California　to　
look　her　up。　The　problem　was；　he？d　found　her　at　exactly　midnight　on　New　Year？s　Eve；　which　had　
been　exactly　the　same　moment　Dan　had　shown　up　to　give　her　a　big　fat　New　Year？s　Eve　kiss。　
Needless　to　say；　Vanessa　had　sort　of　blown　Ken　Mogul　off；　although　she　had　made　the　effort　to　
send　him　her　New　York　film　essay　when　it　was　finished。　

？Yes；　I　remember；？　she　answered　quickly；　pletely　amazed　that　the　director　even　wanted　to　
speak　to　her　again。　？What？s　up？？　

？Well；　I　hope　you　don？t　mind；　but　I　showed　your　film　to　Jedediah　Angel；　who？s　a　personal　friend　
of　mine；　and　he　wants　to　use　it　as　a　backdrop　for　his　Fashion　Week　show　this　weekend。？　

Vanessa　wrapped　the　black　bath　towel　around　her　legs。　It　was　sort　of　embarrassing　talking　to　Ken　
Mogul　when　she　was　practically　naked　and　covered　in　sugary　brown　goo。　？Jeremiah　what？？　she　
asked。　Ken　always　seemed　to　speak　in　Hollywoodese；　and　this　time　she　had　absolutely　no　clue　
what　he　was　talking　about。　

？Jedediah　Angel。　He？s　a　fashion　designer。　His　label　is　called　Cult　of　Humanity　by　Jedediah　
Angel？　Very　hot。　Jed　says　you？re　the　next　Bertolucci。　Your　film？s　like　the　anti？La　Dolce　Vita。　You　
really　rocked　his　world。？　

Vanessa　grinned。　Why　did　people　have　to　sound　so　cheesy　just　because　they？d　made　it？　She？d　
rocked　his　world？　？Great；？　she　replied；　unsure　of　what　to　say。　？Is　there　anything　you　need　me　to　
do？？　

？Just　e　to　the　show　and　enjoy。　I？ll　be　there　of　course；　and　there　are　some　people　I　want　you　
to　meet。　You？re　already　a　moviemaking　goddess；　babe。　You　totally　rock。？　

？Cool；？　Vanessa　replied；　slightly　appalled　that　he？d　actually　told　her　she　rocked　not　once　
buttwice　。　？So　what？s　the　designer？s　name　again？？　

？Cult　of　Humanity　by　Jedediah　Angel；？　Ken　repeated　slowly。　？SixP。M。　Friday　at　Highway　1。　It？s　
a　club　in　Chelsea。？　

？I？ve　heard　of　it。？　It　was　the　type　of　place　Vanessa　normally　avoided　like　the　plague。　？I　guess　I？ll　
see　you　there。？　

？Fan…fucking…tastic！？　Ken　enthused。　？Ciao！？　

Vanessa　hung　up　and　rubbed　at　a　glop　of　dried　sugaring　paste　on　her　wrist。　Then　she　picked　up　
the　phone　and　dialed　Dan？s　number　without　even　looking　at　the　keypad。　

？Hello？？　Jenny　answered　on　the　first　ring。　


？Hey　Jennifer；　it？s　Vanessa。？　Vanessa　always　called　Jenny　Jennifer　because　Jenny　had　asked　her　
to。　

？I？m　not　sure　if　Dan　will　talk　to　you。　He　wouldn？t　talk　tome　；　and　he？s　been　locked　in　his　room　
ever　since　he　got　home。　It？s　so　gross？there？s　cigarette　smoke；　like；pouring　out　from　under　the　
door。？　

Vanessa　laughed　and　flopped　back　on　her　black　pillows。　Everything　in　her　room　was　black；　
except　the　walls；　which　were　dark　red。　？How　do　you　know　he？s　not　in　there　putting　gel　in　his　hair？　
That　new　haircut　looks　pretty　high　maintenance。？　

The　two　girls　snickered。　

？I？ll　go　see　if　I　can　get　him。　Hold　on。？　

？What？s　up？？　Dan　picked　up　the　phone　a　minute　or　two　later。　He　sounded　distracted。　？Jenny　said　
it　was　an　emergency。？　

Vanessa　lifted　her　leg　in　the　air　and　tugged　at　another　sugaring　strip。　It　appeared　to　be　glued　
permanently　to　her　skin。　Talk　about　emergencies！　

？I　thought　you？d　want　to　know　that　Ken　Mogul　just　called。　He　said　some　designer　named　
Jedediah　Angel　who　has　this　fashion　label　called　Culture　of　Humanitarianism　or　something　is　
using　my　film　essay　as　a　backdrop　for　his　fashion　show　on　Friday　night。　Ken　said　I　really　？rocked？　
Jedediah　Angel？s　world。？　She　snorted。　？Isn？t　that　hilarious？？　

？That？sfantastic　；？　Dan　responded　earnestly。　？Seriously。　Congratulations。？　

Fantastic？　Since　when　did　Daniel　Humphrey　use　words　likefantastic　？　Vanessa　didn？t　know　what　
to　say。　Dan　hadn？t　caught　the　sarcasm　in　her　voice　at　all。　As　if　she？d　only　called　him　to　gloat　
about　her　success。　

？Okay；？　she　said　evenly。　？I　just　thought　you？d　want　to　know。　I？ll　let　you　get　back　to　work　now。？　
She　thought　of　cracking　a　joke　about　how　one　day　when　they　were　both　rich　and　famous　the