I'm Part Of A Team That Raises

In Photos, I Don't Know Who The Real Me Is - It's All Pretend, Just Pretend. There's Not Much Of Myself In My Work. If I'm Looking In The Mirror And I'm Working, I'm Looking At My Make-up And My Hair. It's Not The Same As Looking At Myself.

I Love, Love, Love Fashion So Much. That's Why I Became A Model In The First Place.

I Know That Sometimes The Chemistry Just Isn't There Between The Model, Photographer, Hair And Make-up. It's Nobody's Fault And You Just Have To Do Better Next Time.

I Was A Hoarder, And I Got Rid Of Everything. Now Nothing Comes In My Home Unless It Has A Purpose. And Decor Is Not A Purpose. Home Is New York Apartment With A Table, A Bed And Sofas. That's It. Everything Else Is Gone.

I Have To Get Off The Internet. It's So Unhealthy For Me. I Do See What They Post About Me, And It's Not Always Positive. They're Mean - Though There Are Some Lovely Ones. I'm So Tempted To Post Something, But I Haven't Done It Yet.