This August, I found myself standing in snow in the Swiss Alps, waiting for a helicopter. A glacier was our photo set for the day, and soon I heard the thwack thwack of distant blades. Seconds later, a chopper touched down, and the model Rose Bertram and her soccer-star boyfriend, Gregory van der Wiel, hopped out.
It was a sci-fi arrival, and, to me, Rose and Greg represent the couple of the future. Each is singularly beautiful, enviably talented, effortlessly cosmopolitan, and unceasingly digital. The previous night, Greg had played a match in Istanbul, so the couple had chartered a jet, then jumped in the helicopter. What a life.
At one point during our shoot, Rose kissed the King Tut tattoo on Greg’s throat. “That’s how I cheat on him,”…
