The Beauty and the Beast

Dr. Noriega could not comprehend why Amanda was once again in his clinic. She had undergone 27 nip tucks from one extreme to the other and any idiot could see that she was looking more and more like a monster and not the beauty she once was. Amanda had been the wife of the once famous and now dead Victor Sorensen of the 1950’s. Loaded with money and plenty of where to spend it, Victor could not bring himself to seeing his precious Amanda all cut up after that terrible car crash on that cold January day back in 1979. She was only 28, full of beauty and now she looked horrendous. Victor called Dr. Noriega and asked for his services. Noriega performed six reconstructive surgeries on Amanda’s face and finally in 1982 he told her and Victor that the reconstruction was complete.

Amanda saw differences in her looks, and she liked what she saw. She was so impressed that she came back for more, and more, and more. Doctors to the stars do not ask too many questions, especially when the patients have plenty of money to spend. Noriega performed so many operations that he lost the count. Eventually he told Amanda that that was it, he would no longer perform any more operations on her.

By now, Amanda had lost all her facial nerve movements and was looking more like a stiff on a wax museum. Amanda went from Noriega to other plastic surgeons. They all turned down her requests. Eventually she had to settle for some unknown quack in Miami who did the surgery in his “Not quite ready for prime time” facility. Amanda went into cardiac arrest on that filthy facility and died before the ambulance got there. A sad ending to the tragic life of a beautiful woman. Dead on a table and looking like an unrecognizable beast.

The Princess and the Pauper

When the Princess walked through the door, the camera followed her all the way through to the elevator. Not aware of this intrusion, she called David on her cell and asked for instructions on a speech she would give that night at the conference for third world hunger awareness, a subject she abhorred and despised. Contrary to speculations in the media about her contributions on the subject matter, David reminded her that perceptions abounded about her deceptive behavior. She went on to tell David how much she hated having to be there and to speak to a bunch of peasants and low lives, she had seen through them and known that all they cared for was how much money they’d be making out of her being there that night and how little the poor bastards back home would benefit from all this. Security at the Ritz was formidable and not only had they gotten her video taped but the sound system here was top notch. All of her conversation with David was picked up by the security system and Russell Snitzer at the command center walked out of his shift with copies of the taped incident already bided on by various media institutions for a hefty $300.000 US dollars. That same night Russell sealed the deal over a sumptuous escargot and champagne dinner at the famous Le Rouge Monique seated right across from the Princess herself.

The Devil Wears Ferucci

I don’t know why there was such a fuss over his tirade with the staff neglecting the launching of the new line of men’s shoes. After all, his ideas had never failed before and certainly this time would not be any different. Gustav Olev was not amused at the ridiculous stile that Giordano had presented at the Shoe fashion show in Milan. He noticed the crowd reaction and immediately convinced himself that this would be a disaster for the Ferucci family. Enzo Ferucci had placed all his trust on Giordano, having designed for Prada, he certainly had credentials. Gustav had reservations about Giordano’s switch to Ferucci, and this presentation certainly solidified his suspicions that Giordano was well paid off by Prada in order to sabotage Ferucci who was quickly catching up to the grand shoemaker. Enzo nevertheless felt that the peculiar stile would have a significant impact in the industry. “Trends were everything” said Enzo “and if I am right, we’ll be kicking Prada’s ass so bad, that eventually it’ll lead to a Ferucci’s line of bags to rival Prada’s corner on the market. I can honestly say that I envision the Devil wearing Ferucci.”