I was Annie Leibovitz’s personal assistant on the day of the infamous Vanity Fair/Miley Cyrus photo shoot. I could have stepped in and stopped the making of potential underage porn, but I didn’t. Why? I was weak. I was hoping I’d catch a glimpse of something good, something pure, something … creamy and flesh-colored. So I stood there with Annie’s half-caf, double-soy, no-whip, 2 percent latte cooling in my hand, watching the Miley debacle unfold. A few months back, I’d entered a contest co-sponsored by Disney and Nikon, and won a day-long apprenticeship with the famed photographer. I was shocked to learn that this was my prize, as I’d thought I was entering to win a three-night cruise to the Bahamas. Oh well. That kind of thing happens when your vision isn’t up to snuff. But far be it from me to turn down an escape from Albany. I headed to the shoot in safari attire and vowed to do my best. It never crossed my mind that I’d end up knee-deep in scandal. Honestly, Miley didn’t seem to object to what Annie suggested. In fact I think she enjoyed shedding her wholesome image for a sexy one. And you know what else? I think BILLY RAY enjoyed it. I know I did! Should I have told Annie no? Should I have forced Miley to cover up and pose like the virginal teen that she is? Probably. But I can’t say that I’d do anything different were I faced with the situation again.
Tags: Annie Liebovitz, Billy Ray Cyrus, Disney, Governor, humor, Miley Cyrus, Nikon, Paterson, Vanity Fair
