We don’t get tired of looking at press images. The thrill of looking into the eyes of the models, knowing that they’re hating themselves, knowing they feel empty, knowing with ABSOLUTE CERTAINTY that they’re regretting it and hoping no one will ever see the photos, never fades. Look at her. She’s trying to mask it, but you can tell. She’ll go home and cry, and won’t even tell anyone why. Praise God you’re not attractive enough to do this as a job.