Leah Winters- Aria Carson - Super: Dirty Bitches...

That evening, for the “entertainment” segment, they filmed a challenge: “Can We Survive 24 Hours Without Our Assistants?” It lasted four hours. Leah lost her car keys in a half-empty pool of jello. Aria accidentally tweeted a nude from her camera roll (quickly deleted, but not quickly enough for the subreddit dedicated to her). By hour three, they were both crying with laughter, sitting on the kitchen floor surrounded by the carcasses of takeout sushi.

The shoot for the “Super Dirty” fall campaign began at 6 a.m. in a $20 million Los Angeles hills rental. Aria, already in full glam, was doing a silent scream into a silk pillow. Leah was chasing a tiny, anxious chihuahua named Garbage around the infinity pool, trying to affix a diamond choker to its neck. Leah Winters- Aria Carson - Super Dirty Bitches...

“He’s not feeling the $3,000 collar?” Aria deadpanned, not looking up from her mirror. “Relatable.” By hour three, they were both crying with

Later that night, after the crew had left and the rental was trashed beyond recognition, Leah and Aria sat on the edge of the cold, jello-filled pool. No cameras. No mics. The city glittered below them, indifferent. Aria, already in full glam, was doing a

“Probably,” Leah admitted. “But it’d be a clean kind of bored.”

Leah looked at her best friend—her business partner, her co-conspirator in this glittering, grimy circus. “Same time tomorrow,” she said. And she meant it.