This is my ultimate fantasy.  Have your picture plastered on every magazine cover, being able to call up Uncle Karl for a dress you wear for three hours.  And the Blackberry tossing possibilities are absolutely endless.  Marriage to any host of business leader, hot football player (egg shaped and regular round) and of course, having Grace Coddington feed you pie while you wear the world’s tightest corsets, all sounds too good to be true.  Yeah, I watched the September Issue 850 times.

This entry however is about another, yet more glamorous type of model.  Get ready, get ready…:

Sorry.  Baptiste Giabiconi doesn’t work for remuneration that would surely come in the form of microwavable macaroni and cheese dinners from Trader Joes, so this is what we’ve got.  But come on, is this not kitschy-retro-cool?:

A Mel’s diner.  I knew a guy named Mel and he was such a Mel that if his name would have been John, he’d have eventually become a Mel regardless.  Just like this diner.  Mel’s just fits so well it hurts.