Nattering with supermodels

"I found this pen left in my room," she said, handing me a horrendous biro with some kind of blue-faced vampirical cartoon character on the end of it. "Oh brilliant," I smiled, "that's horrible. Thanks." She was quite pwitty, if a little shy perhaps. We had a chat and she said she was often in Paris, staying at our hotel on her own; then told me I should eat at the restaurant next door some time, and pick some dish which involved figs. I said I'd have to try it out (if I'm feeling particularly smooth, maybe I'll take her next time she's around...), thanked her for the pen, and got on with my work.

Yip, not much happened this evening, folks.

Intriguingly, she'd written on her fiche d'étranger that her occupation was "fashion model". Idly googled her name. About 4,000 sites come up, most of them involving photos. She's vaguely famous. Perhaps this is why:

Erika Stromquist. Nice girl. Swedish. Likes figs.

Color & Light, Glamour (US), Feb 1999, p.187. Photography: Pasquale Abbatista.