emulation of a dresden doll

i have accidentally been aroused by the likes of lynn yaeger for quite some time. i first caught eye of her this summer around 14th street briskly passing the jamba juice, and was mesmerized, first by her snow-white complexion, gothic maroon pursed lips, symmetrically-even pink doll cheeks, and her orange-drenched short 1920s bob perfectly defined her face. then my eyes moved down and go caught sight of her layers of blacks and grey snuggled around her round russian doll-like figure, my heart got to beating a bit faster and a roar of mystery inside of me. WHO IS SHE?

i asked myself this question for days on, occasionally catching myself day dreaming about this real life dresden doll enigma, and the colorful tales she could tell me. after about a month my obsession slowly passed, and i still knew nothing about her. what was i suppose to do, put her traits in a google search and find her name? one sunday i was wondering about the chelsea indoor flea market but who do i see outside, but this character dressed as if she could have been adapted straight out of a tim burton/wes anderson collaboration. i am taken at the sight, and drift to a parallel doll land where me and here are downing glasses of wine and smoking stokes upon emerald fluffy clouds. i sharply return to reality, disgruntled months go by, the public pools close their doors and people are flung to buy fall coats and prepare for the cold; i briefly move to england. while in london, i attempt to keep abreadth of the new york fashion goings for new york and who else do i spot but her in the bankground of a show sitting in the front row. no title, at least none revealing a thing about her existence. though, i gain a clue: she works in fashion.

months and months pass and finally thanks to a check on the paper mag website i determine her name, oh hi dear lynn yeager. how long i yearned to know your name. now i do and have learned that you are the main fashion writer for the village voice as well as a freelancer to the times and vogue. yeehaww finally a mesmerizing fashion journalist. i think i have found my newest icon.

and now i even have actual images--what joy!