s a year or so back； but he had to be sure it was her。 “Serena
van der Woodsen； right？” he said； looking up from his notepad。
Serena blushed and nodded。 She was used to being recognized。
“You must model for us；” one of the Remi brothers gasped； kissing
Serena’s hand。
“You must；” the other one agreed； feeding her an olive。
Serena laughed。 “Sure；” she said。 “Why not？” Although she had no
idea what she was agreeing to。
One of the Remi brothers pointed to a door marked Private across
the gallery。 “We’ll meet you in there；” he said。 “Don’t be nervous。
We’re both gay。”
Serena giggled and took a big gulp of her drink。 Were they kidding？
The other brother patted her on the bottom。 “It’s all right darling。
You’re absolutely stunning； so you’ve got nothing to worry about。
Go on。 We’ll be there in a minute。”
Serena hesitated； but only for a second。 She could keep up with the
likes of Christina Aguilera and Joaquin Phoenix。 No problem。 Chin
up； she headed for the door marked Private。
Just then； a guy from the Public Arts League and a woman from the
New York Transit Authority came over to talk to the Remi brothers
about a new avant…garde public art program。 They wanted to put a
Remi brothers’ photograph on the sides of buses； in subways； and in
the advertising boxes on top of taxis all over town。
“Yes； of course；” the Remis agreed