Somebody once said "the rich are different because they're rich". Having worked at New York's Bergdorff Goodman's for a couple of years, I humbly beg to differ. The rich are different because they're-uh-different.
Models have exciting life styles, and those at Bergdorff's are no different. Way before it was hip to be Asian, there were several Asians who were promoting an expensive Japanese designer's line. I was trying to find out something about the clothes, and in halting English attempted to question one of the models, who promptly turned to me and, in an accent Fran Drechsler would have thought was too Brooklyn, proceeded to answer my question. On the other side of the coin, there was the model who told most men that they "couldn't afford to go out with her". When she got injured in a car crash, people were sending her drop dead letters.
You didn't have to be a model to have the belief you were better than most. Just to work there was enough. I had gotten invited to a party at one girl's Gramercy address, and when I asked her what apartment it was was loftily informed that "we own the building". As Fleetwood Mac would say-Oh well".
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