Bosses from hell

WHERE do you find these Malaysian models? Muar or Batu Pahat?”

As night follows day, each time a set of fashion-spread photographs were couriered over to Singapore (in the days before digital cameras and e-mail), I would receive a phone call from TR, my editor. Usually at the end of a long, debilitating day. With the contact prints spread out in front of him, I’d imagine, he would lunge in with much relish and tear the shoot apart. Limb by limb. Piece by piece. Head to toe.