I am only 20 on this picture doing a photoshoot for Vogue magazine. It was meant to be a two page feature but it was a tough one as I did not want to wear the dresses meant for me, a very tiny mini dress in silver and sky high, pin heels with those kind of ringlet curls in my hair that was in fashion then. I felt like a luxurious wood hooker 😆 great look, just not me. I was jeans and sneakers kind of girl and really not good at fashion. When I refused there were a lot of phone calls from the rec company to my managers, many threats, I was being very difficult and spoiled and did not realize how lucky I was. I knew, I was soo excited and honored weeks before. It was horrible I sat with the super lovely hairdresser who was the only one on my side and I was so frustrated and angry after what felt like hours of fights and tension. I told him to cut my hair like Jim Carrey in the Pet Detective. He totally refused and wanted to ask permission. Ask permission? Who do we ask permission? This is my hair. I locked the door, he very nervously cut my hair and when I came out there were a few freak outs but I was happy. The two page feature turned into half page if that but I was happy https://www.instagram.com/p/Cj7bEA_gtNd/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
