He’s been wrapped up in meetings all day, but it’s Copenhagen, and I’ve had the most wonderful time roaming the streets.  The coffee shops are amazing, and a “danish pastry” here doesn’t taste anything like a “danish” back home.  I’d turn into a pig if I lived here….. I really could live here, you know.  It’s marvelously liberal, and has a surprisingly active fashion scene.  I wouldn’t get back into modeling, but I could get involved in the whole fashion merchandising biz, in a way that I simply don’t want to do in America.  Americans in the fashion biz seem to turn crappy trying to immitate Europeans.  Europeans in the fashion biz don’t try to immitate anyone, and so they’re easier to deal with.  Ironic, but that’s my sense of it.

 Well, enough of this.  Looks like the only way I can keep up a blog is to do it from an internet cafe in Copenhagen.  (Yet another excuse for living here).