"Dior or Armani?" I ask, hanging two pairs of jeans off either hand,

"What's the difference?"

"Dior: boot leg, Armani: straight leg,"

"Soooo...?"

"Armani would look better with the loafers I'm getting you to wear,"

"Wait, who said anything about loafers?" Taylor asks, narrowing his eyes at me,

"Taylor," I hold my hands up, having abandoned the jeans on the back of the couch, "I am an artist, you are my masterpiece," I state with a faux graceful wave of my hand. Susan, the interviewer chuckles,

"Mr Hanson, I don't even have to interview you. All I have to do is watch these lovely little exchanges between you both,"

"Taylor, please," he corrects her for the fifth time, grinning ruefully. The fact that Taylor was my friend had come up with Susan and she talked me into talking Taylor into an interview with Vogue. He had agreed on the condition: that for the photo shoot I would be his stylist. And so it ended, in a tiny little room in Downtown Manhattan, Susan watching Taylor and I argue over whether or not he was going to be wearing loafers,

"I'm not wearing those demented little elf shoes," he states looking at the shoes I'm holding up.

"They're all the rage in Europe,"

"Yes, that's in Europe, my dear. I think you've failed to notice we're in New York,"

"Please, Taylor," I pleads. I'm going to do the face. That evil little face where I slightly scrunch up my nose, widen my eyes and put a small little pout on my mouth. I know Taylor can never refuse my face.

"Gia, no," he refuses, but I hear the waver in my voice,

"Please, pretty please?" I say,

"Fine," he gives in. I hear Susan laughing hysterically,

"So uh, Mr Hanson...er, Taylor," she amends when he looks at her and raises his eyebrow expectantly,

"That's better," he laughs,

"Um, the documentary Hanson released in 2003 and three was quite controversial but it certainly was a turning point in your career�" She states,

"Yeah, well we wanted to just disclose the exact process we'd undergone. There were so many things which were so frustrating in making that album that we'd just thought that it would be better to bring light to them. We tossed around a few ideas and suddenly it occurred to us that a documentary would be a great way just to enlighten the fans and the public in general. It ended up working quite well for us," he paused,

"Feel free to shut him up, Susan," I mutter. He looks at me, his mouth agape in mock offence, "Tay honey, you know that if started you can ramble on until the cows come home,"

"That is untrue," he replies,

"Oh yeah? Come on, I'll time you," I state looking at my watch. Susan seizes this opportunity,

"Are there any more plans to release another documentary or something along similar lines?"

"Currently it's quite difficult. We're putting the album together and just that's proving to be quite disorganised: it's difficult when you have three different people in three different time zones. But it's always something that we're always interested in. It's great just trying out different things and having different creative outlets other than music. It's interesting broaden the mind and learn about different artistic processes because you can take away some of the elements that makes up another artistic masterpiece and apply it to what you're doing," He answers. He looks at me sheepishly. Susan is trying to hide her smirk,

"Three minutes forty seconds," I grin triumphantly,

"I'm just trying to be thorough," he replies, pretending to be hurt,

"It's okay Taylor," Susan tries to comfort him, "You're actually more fun to interview than quite a few other people I've interviewed,"

"Who's the most fun person you've interviewed?"

"Robin Williams," she replies without a moment's hesitation.

"Yeah, he seems like he'd be hilarious,"

"He was,"

"That's cool,"

"Who's the most interesting celebrity you've met?" She asks him,

"Ohhh, that's such a hard question," he muses, "We've met so many cool people. Mostly musicians that we admire, Carole King, Willie Nelson, you know people like that - who we've just idolised for ages," he answers. He notices me standing there patiently waiting to interrupt. Susan and Taylor look at me,

"White shirt," I smirk. He takes it from me and moves towards the fitting room to change.