Brad Walsh

Ge-Ge-Geneva is a Female Version of a Hustla

Okay, after watching yesterday’s inauguration, I say Malia Obama is poised to become a Beyonce-level diva in just a few short years, in a good way. In the way that everyone interested in fashion and celebrity will be completely, madly obsessed with her. She’s ten years old now, which means Obama’s second term will exactly cover her high school tenure, her inevitable fashion streak, and she will become the style icon of the Obama family.

Malia is truly a daughter of the documentation generation. Girl sat up there in row two at the inauguration of the effing President of the United States of America staring into her digital camera screen and taking pictures! So focused on that screen that her mouth hung open. CNN showed that shit and I gasped… “oh my God, she’s me.” Does she have a friends-only Facebook album called “Dad’s Party” and does she tag only the unflattering photos of the Bush twins? Did she take Myspace angle shots of herself in different outfits that morning to see how she would look, while singing “been the number one diva in this game for a minute?” You know she’s going to have a book. A collection of behind the scenes digital photos, compiled by some publisher with stars and dollar signs clouding their field of vision, nary even a desire for a word of caption… just photos and a cover. It will be the Misshapes book, only with less Kelly Osbourne and more Jill Biden.

Speaking of the documentation generation, every few months Geneva and I do some photos and she always has some sort of character. She’s been an arctic witch, a spy, a zombie prom queen, and a horror victim. This time she’s a 1920’s madam.

You pay the bill and you get your hour. A minute over and you pay for the next. Don’t mess with one of her girls or she’ll make sure you’re never seen in this town again. You think the sheriff isn’t a client? The mayor? The governor? Shall we continue climbing the executive branch? There is no such thing as credit in this house.