I just cannot get over H.W.'s (Porter's) transformation so far away from Betty Draper. It's amazing what a little powder and paint can do for a gal.
I turn 30 tomorrow. For the sake of realistic costuming, I covered my face in Nars bronzing oil and scrunched my brow to properly age myself for these shots. Some gals might start Botox at this crucial time; I jam those wrinkles right in. I may have cursed my face in the name of blogging art, but Blackbook blessed me with quite a nice little birthday treat. All worth it end the end. Thank you John Clarke, Jr.!