Here I am, effortlessly holding a very pretty 5 year old girl. The photographer is Ross Feltus, Boris Becker’s former father in Law. Turns out he was quite a slow photographer, and this job got a little less effortless . I do seem to be frowning. German Vogue.
Aaaagh! I’m a giant. A giant wearing a Turban for Italian Vogue, shot by very fierce photographer called Deborah Turbeville. I would elaborate, but feel that my time may be better spent learning to edit/crop my photos. OMG I thought I was getting somewhere with the tech stuff.
Here in Hermes, happy as could be.
Hermes is not all about the Kelly Bag and chin strapping headscarves. When I was modelling for them over 20 years ago, I learnt a little bit more about luxury and style. I was told by someone who worked there at the time, that one can’t achieve beauty without a little tiny bit of bad taste, just a small element of wrong, that makes an outfit perfectly right. So true, it can be a gaudy print on a fabric, an iffy hat, or a confrontational colour, and believe me as a redhead I’ve been subjected to some tricky ensembles. When Marc Bohan, was at Dior he presented me with a Evening Suit in a stupefying shade of lime green with black polka dots and said, you’ll look lovely in this…. I struggled with that concept, but strangely it worked, dots, colour and curly red hair. Would not have picked it off the rail beforehand, but might now.
Would wear it with Trainers though.
I am a huge exponent of exercise, but do realise that not everyone is with me there, literally. No matter, as I wouldn’t do it either, if I didn’t like it. I love it in a holistic manner. From the moment I’m in the Gym, my Dr Dre’s cuddling my ears, I’m untouchable, unreachable and slightly unstoppable. It’s my time. I plug into the TV monitor on the Treadmill, and hey presto, I’m watching the news, it’s like making a cake whilst someone reads the Newspaper to you, ( as as opposed to never having time to do it for myself ), all the while, toning my legs, and my lungs. Win!
During my career, as an international Fashion model, I have clocked up a few miles on the world’s catwalks, sat in the make up artist’s chair for hundreds of hours, and been teased, backcombed and groomed by hairdressers for the same number of hours. I’ve been lucky enough to work as a model, for magazines, designers and directors in both beautiful, and mad places, shooting covers, and commercials. I am a style spy!
