Some traces of tension remain when shooting resumes. After the Wonder Woman poses, a half hour is devoted to getting some of those gamboling-in-the-sand shots without which the SI swimsuit issue would be a pathetic husk of itself: pictures that suggest the models had been strolling on the beach when they were overcome by the desire to practice the triple jump.
After 15 minutes of performing, over and over, the same leap, Graf seems to be getting a little cranky. She is not alone. Ilnseher, the hair guy, keeps spritzing her with water. The water, atop her sunscreen, produces a slight sheen that is disturbing to Lee, the makeup artist. Chill out, I say. I kind of like that look.
"I'm sure you do," says Lee. "But I'm the makeup artist. I'm the one responsible if she looks like a stripper."
Harmony soon is restored. Everyone goes down to the water, where Graf has a blast frolicking in the surf. Iooss seems particularly jazzed about the last few rolls he has shot. Graf, clad in a Valentine-red bikini, sits in the sand, bathed in the day's final rays of sun. She and Iooss are in a zone.
And then they aren't. Two middle-aged couples stroll past. Upon recognizing Graf, one of the women succumbs to the unfortunate psychosis which overtakes many of us in the presence of celebrities. "Henry! Henry! C'mere! Ya gotta see this!" she screeches. "It's Steffi! Steffi, can we have your autograph? Can we get a picture with you?"
Graf would eventually pose with Henry and his excitable spouse. Just now, however, she is a bit brusque. "We're a little busy here," she says. "Now is not a great time."
The swimsuit muse is upon her.