Mystery Loves Company
It was a morning, just like any morning; and she was a dame, just like any dame. Except she was hot, half-naked, and on a rooftop in Manhattan. That's where I come in - I'm Karen Kougar, Pornstar Detective.
The email came early and sparse. It read simply "omg - is this Tabby?", and attached a link to an Irish online men's magazine titled "Joe". I followed the link to an article that marvelled at the good fortune of spotting a New York City porn shoot in public, and featured a grainy enlargement of an iPhone photo of a shapely blonde in garters. It was sourced from a realty blog called Curbed, where I found three more photos of the mystery woman. She was evidently posing, and looked just like (is that a tattoo or a shadow?) my girlfriend, Totally Tabitha. (click any photo to enlarge)
I called Tabitha to find out if it could be her, and to let her know that there were potentially more photos taken of her that day than were arranged. Nope - she wasn't even in New York that day, nevermind shooting on a terrace in midtown. She checked out the photos herself, and was equally mystified and curious to find the identity of her fun-loving East Coast doppelgänger.
Being a detective is a combination of gut, analysis, and good old-fashioned leg work. Oh, yeah - and a healthy abount of Twitter stalking. The adventure that ensued will be the basis of an upcoming video; but I can reveal the answer to "The Mystery of the Rooftop Blonde" here now.
The unidentified woman that had bloggers on both sides of the Atlantic in a tizzy for the first week of August is:
From her MobyPicture feed of August 8th (note the tipped metal chair):
She was evidently shooting for my friends at Video World Magazine. Hmm - the most amazing part of the whole story is how beautiful Ms. Hanah looks without makeup. And she calls herself a tomboy!
With this mystery solved, I hang up my fedora for the day; and go in search of a martini and a cub with which to reward myself. Until our next episode...I'm Karen Kougar, pornstar detective, signing out.
UPDATE: It took posting this story, seeing a few more of the photos, and hearing from Darryl that she was (!!!) kicked out of the hotel because of the earlier blog coverage (bastiges!), before I realized why the view looked familiar. Last time I was there (lower floor, diffent side), I was far naughtier than Ms. Hanah...the young man pictured bent me over the wall and fucked me from behind as people yelled encouragement from the surrounding windows, yet I suffered no consequence. New York gets less hospitable every day. How sad.