In the past two years, she's gone from an acquaintance, to a Bravo friend, to a true real-life friend. I love when she’s around. She makes everything fun and easy. She always knows where the car is, she knows the maitre d’ at the hot new restaurant, she knows how to get a large piece of furniture through the window of a city apartment. (Thank you, Jonathan!)
She also runs a huge company and gets s--- done, which means I can slack off. AND, she laughs at my jokes -- what's not to love?
You might feel bad for Ingrid, the beleaguered photographer in this scene, but don't. I've done a lot of photoshoots and while I'm not the best model, Ingrid was odd. I've used disposable cameras that had faster click action than Ingrid. I felt like I was posing for a still life. A bowl of fruit would have grown impatient. She screamed orders at me like a drill sergeant, Chin down! Chin up! Eyes up! Look here! Turn right! Face to the left, chin down, now look up! Do you know how hard it is to keep your chin down while you look up and to the side and then, smile!
Contrary to how the scene unfolds, Heather wasn't in the way at all. We needed her. Heather has directed hundreds of photoshoots and worked with the best. I think Heather actually took the only photo I liked that day. (Shhh! Don’t tell Ingrid.)