The Gemini: Emancipation

33 - Internet

May 10, 2007

"What's this filth Ruth handed me? Where're your clothes?"

"I'm wearing them." Jody's looking at a copy of the same photo Prince has. One of the finished shots from her latest session. "See? Plain as day."

"If by plain you mean invisible, I can't believe I didn't notice them," he smarts. "Woman get her name next to Halle's and she lose her mind."

Maxim's Hot 100 list, that is. Number 24. An unexpected yet pleasant surprise. And yes, her ego is damn proud of it. But this shoot predated that announcement.

"This is the promo we're going with."

"Who's we're?"

"Ruth likes it."

"What does she know?" he gripes harmlessly of his assistant.

"Clearly how to appreciate fine art."

"I never said I didn't, Miss Mouth. As a matter of fact, that chaise and I need to have a talk."

The one her pictured self lounges on. More like a half sprawl. An elegant seductress dripped in diamonds and dipped in black lingerie. Stilettoes on her feet. The stockings she wore bore calligraphy, "3121". Prince's latest album and soon coming fragrance.

"But fine art aside, it's not the what, it's the where. It's just a little too ain't-enough-there to be a promo."

Jody sighs, flipping through a portfolio that he doesn't have. "There's more since you wanna be picky. Anyway, don't start getting OP now. You know what's coming."

"OP?"

"Overprotective."

Prince's pause is a humored one. "Stop talking to Brie."

"I'm in the crowd, babe, I gotta know how to surf."

To that he's droll, "Disgusting." Straight back to complaining, "Wardrobe didn't have any coverups? A sarong? A caftan? A muumuu?"

Two different robe ensembles are included in this photoset actually, but Jody skips on giving that information. This particular shot is the one she favors.

"It's business, Prince. Lingerie is the focal point. I'm killing two birds with one stone here."

Burnt out on memorizing scripts and running on other peoples time, Jody's making moves to expand her brand. With a line of successful fragrances under her belt, she's turned her attention to her next favorite thing. Undergarments. Bird one.

Bird two? A few months ago, Prince asked her to collaborate with him on his own fragrance idea. Thus 3121 and 3121 Her were born.

The stone? A perfume advert and lingerie sneak peak combined. Which brings Jody's next point.

"You're doing that unisex scent thing with yours, right? So what better way to get the guys to buy? Who's gonna say no to fine art?"

"Yeah and if my wife's derrière is all they're after, a brotha can keep on steppin'."

"Or they grab a bottle hoping to find an ass like mine."

"You really are full of yourself lately."

Her smile is audible, "I'm just having a good time."

"Mm. It's time for me to come home before you get yourself in trouble."

Tomorrow is when he'll return. A flight back from England. He played two shows there in preparation – more so auditioning the vibe – for a future twenty-one night stay in London.