That’s me to the right of Eileen Ford, the head of Ford Models. Eileen was not into me. She thought I could make money modeling, but she disliked my hair (“too dark”) the bump on my nose (“have you considered having it filed down?”) and my last name (“too ethnic”).
You don’t have to be a whiz at body language to see that Eileen felt differently about the girl on the left, Sarah Abrell, a classically pretty blond. Look at the inclination of Eileen’s head, the positioning of the book on their laps… I look like I am trying (unsuccessfully) to cozy up.
When this magazine first came out, I read so much into in the photograph but ignored the obvious message in the caption, which identifies me not by name, but function. It’s sad to think there ever was a time I was okay with being an object, as long as I wasn’t a reject.