Model: The Ugly Business of Beautiful Women (34 page)

S
MITH
: “I graduated from college in 1971. I went to Europe, and I was going to go in the Peace Corps; but an editor at
Elle
saw me on the street and sent me to Suzy Parker’s sister. I thought it would probably be a good thing to do and easier than the Peace Corps, and I’d love to stay in Paris. So I waltzed over to Dorian Leigh and hooked up with her.

“She was not a good person to be a model agent or a caretaker of women. She would have dinner parties and invite you to meet men. If you told her you were hungry and you wanted money, she’d be having dinner with somebody rich, and she’d bring you along. A model can always get a free meal at the best restaurants, if you can suffer through these insufferable dinners! You didn’t even have to go dancing with them afterwards. They were ugly, boring people who wanted pretty girls at their table. But I didn’t want to eat dinner with these creepy guys.

“I think Dorian wanted everybody to live the life that she lived as a model, but if you’re really a good agent, like Eileen Ford, you want the model to stay at your house and go to bed at night so you’ll look great for the job. I went to Dorian in tears, and I said, ‘I cannot pay my rent,’ and she said, ‘Darling, have a drink,’ and she popped a bottle of champagne and said, ‘This will soothe you.’ Dorian drank, and she lived like a princess, and it was on our money.

“You would go in once a week, Friday from one to three, and you’d be standing in line to get your money, and there’d be this long wait. There were all these models from Sweden or America. I was one of the only ones who spoke French because I had studied it in school, and I wasn’t going to let them screw me, so for weeks at a time I’d go in there and do all the translating and say, ‘I need my money.’ Finally you’d get a check, but it would be a
cheque barré
, and you could not cash it unless you were a French citizen. To this day Dorian
has a ton of money of mine. I think she screwed everybody around her and brought everything down on herself.”

R
AVENSTEIN
: “I was in Milan three months. Then Auro Varani [who printed composites for models] and a male model named Georges and me, we went from Milan to Paris in winter in a sports car. There was a lot of talk about me. I was with Simone [d’Aillencourt at Models International] for a short amount of time, but it was very difficult to get your money. I used to go stand on the table and demand my money. That experience was so bad that I decided to go to Morocco with this Dutch friend. So we took the boat to Casablanca, and we took buses and hitchhiked around. A Dutch photographer who worked for
Marie Claire
was there, and being Dutch girls, we visited her house in Marrakech. She was doing an issue for the London
Sunday Times
on henna. I had henna in my hair, on the inside of my hands with a rabbit motif, my feet, my forehead, my breasts, and we did beautiful pictures, and that put me right back into the business again after maybe five months. Back in Paris, I joined François Lano, and I was with him forever. I met a photographer Jean-François Jonvelle and I moved in with him. All you did was meet photographers. Who else could I get to meet? I never went to the supermarket!”

D
ESPOINTES
: “Finally I started to feel very locked in with Guy Bourdin. I wanted to do something else. I wanted to catch Helmut Newton. I’d met Serge Lutens, and I wanted to breeze. I worked for [Newton’s wife, photographer] Alice Springs for Jean-Louis David and I made myself up the way I knew Helmut would like, and he saw me in the mirror and he booked me. I was small, but I was strong, and I stood up to him, and he liked that and he didn’t like that, so we battled a lot. Guy had a tendency, once you were out of his circle, you were out. So when I saw him again, I was dirty, because I was working with other people.

“Helmut was German and very straight. His fantasies were only in his pictures, not in his private life at all. Then he had a heart attack. He started to feel bad in Mexico. We were on a trip with another model named Emanuelle Dano. Later his wife told me we put him through hell. We threw knives at dinner. We took drugs. We got shot at. We had fun. Hey, we were girls in the sixties.

“Emanuelle was my girlfriend for a while. We went together. It was a big love story. But I only knew her for four months. She was murdered by her
upper-class French boyfriend. One of her eyes was plucked out, her legs were broken, and she was burned with cigarettes. Her death was really unnecessary. She called me that night to go out, but I was married, and my husband put pressure on me. Two days later she was found in her apartment. Her father was a government minister, so it was totally covered up. I went to the funeral. It was ‘Emanuelle has gone back to God,’ like nothing had happened!

“Models started to feel badly treated when the hooligans came in. François Lano might have been a wild kid, he liked to party a lot, but he was not a vicious person. This was a new crowd. Men who dreamed about this world. All these guys came in and used drugs and sex to get girls. The important photographers had removed themselves. How many girls could Guy, Helmut, and Serge use? The new photographers had to create their own models. But they couldn’t compete with genius. They brought in mediocrity. It became a game of money and power in 1973, 1974. Instead of getting their power through genius, they got it through girls. A top model is like a diamond to them, power in their hands. They went out with every new model in town. This macho thing is pretty French. To exist, you have to have every girl. It became a nuisance, so boring, so fake.”

S
MITH
: “The photographers were hitting on everybody. Mike Reinhardt always had a model girl, but I thought he was pretty nice about it. Patrick Demarchelier was always pretty classy, too. Alex Chatelain was always saying, ‘I’m too fat, but would you go out with me anyway?’ That’s why I have such great things to say about Arthur Elgort, because he would never hit on me. He just didn’t think that he could! Artie Elgort got his start in Paris just hanging out with the models. He was this little schleppy kind of guy, and he’d stand by Paris Planning and take pictures as models came out.”

L
INDBLAD
: “I was happy. I was making money. I was doing catalogs, I was working for magazines, and finally after about two years, in early 1970, I decided to go to New York. Of course, it was all planned between François Lano and Eileen Ford. He was working with Eileen. He had also started to work with Wilhelmina; but I had met Eileen before, and I decided to work with Eileen. And that’s when it started.

“I had an appointment with
Vogue
and Jean-Pierre [Zachariasen] had an appointment with
Glamour
in the same building on the same floor. It was the time of Diana Vreeland, of course, and I had my appointment with Sarah
Slavin, and she came out and said, ‘You have your book?’ Jean Pierre had this enormous book, too, so she said, ‘Oh, you’re a photographer. Can I have your book?’ He said, ‘Oh, no, I didn’t come here to see you! I’m going to
Glamour
.’ So finally I said, ‘Jean Pierre, give her your book.’ She took the two books, and I was called in, and there was Mrs. Vreeland. She was so scary-looking in her bright red wool. She came and took me in her arms and said, ‘I could eat you!’ Three days later we had fifteen pages together.

“A couple of months later we had this trip to Fiji. Before leaving, Jean-Pierre was called into the offices of Diana Vreeland, and she said, ‘Jean-Pierre, you’re going to Fiji now, and you’re going to have all these dresses. I want close-ups. I want to feel the clothes. I want to feel the texture. I don’t give a damn about the landscape!’ It was twenty pages, no makeup artist, no hairdresser, no assistant to the editor. It was just Jean Pierre, me, and the editor, and the editor was like sixty-five years old. She didn’t do anything. She was not at all interested in fashion. She preferred to look at the birds. And there we were, and the first thing Jean-Pierre did was he stepped on his light meter!”

S
MITH
: “I wasn’t in Paris that long. Maybe a year. I would go to Milan. Milan was a very lonely place for models. All the models stayed at the same hotel, the Arena. We would hang out with each other, but it was a very lonely place, because I didn’t do any of those dinners [that Italian playboys and agents arranged almost nightly]. I guess there’s a part of me that just didn’t quite fit into that. But Milan was great because you got paid cash. You’d love Milan and Germany because there, sitting in your little letter box at your hotel, was cash!

“I met Eileen Ford through Paris Planning, and she said, ‘I’d love to have you.’ So I didn’t go back with Barbara Stone because I’d always heard that Eileen was the best agent. She’s very eccentric and up and down, but I tell you one thing, Eileen was so loyal to her models. She knew something that most agents don’t know. If you support the talent, you can get anything you want from anybody else. When I came from Europe, I’d had all my stuff sent back via shipping cargo. She drove me three hours to the Pan Am place to get my stuff. Unless somebody was really late all the time or really messed up on the job, she supported you.”

L
INDBLAD
: “We moved back to Paris in the end of ’72. We’d been crossing the ocean quite a few times. We had a son then; that’s why we came back. That’s when Elite opened. I did not know John Casablancas before. I’d been
very happy with Paris Planning before, so when we moved back here, I went to Paris Planning. John had already approached me, but I wasn’t so sure. He went to Jean-Pierre, and Jean-Pierre told me. I did not like that. If he would have come straight to me, I probably would have been charmed and said, ‘Sure, OK, let’s try.’ But finally Paris Planning made such a mess of things that I went to John. I would say out of twelve girls, there were four girls who were really, really top. Me, John’s girlfriend, and a few others. He raised all our prices.”

D
ESPOINTES
: “Everything changed in 1976. By then I was only working with Serge Lutens. I was his muse. We laughed and worked and spoke about other things than fashion. We went out and were wild, and we scared everyone. I always had a black veil on. We set the studio on fire and shot pictures of Nero and Pompeii. We were children in a bubble without reality and created our own world and [our client] Dior paid the bill. It was a good laugh.

“Around that time John Casablancas proposed to me in a nightclub to come with Elite. He was with Patrick Demarchelier. But when everyone went to him in the early seventies, I stood by François Lano. Then John Casablancas started a war with Paris Planning and François Lano brought [agent] Gérald Marie in. François was gay. He couldn’t take girls to bed. He needed someone like Gérald to balance things out. Gérald has changed now; he’s gained class. But at that time he was a little prick. I couldn’t stand the guy. I left Paris Planning because of him and went to an agency called FAM. Finally I quit in 1979 and opened my own agency called City. I was a model who had managed her own career, and I didn’t sell out.”

R
AVENSTEIN
: “I came to America in March 1973. In Rome I’d met Eileen Ford and someone from Stewart, and I preferred Stewart and I went with them. Then I went to Wilhelmina for a couple of months, and then I found Zoli. I was so attracted to him as a friend, and he stayed a great friend for the rest of my life. The American agents would all go to a dinner for Zoli in Rome. It was the only time you could get them together without fighting.

“I loved America. I never really looked at the culture too much; I just lived within it. I was so excited about the city, about the people, about the work, about the music, about life. I became very friendly with Andy Warhol. I got a cover for
Interview
magazine, and I was the model of the minute or the year or whatever.

“The bad stuff was always from drugs, but at that time it wasn’t ugly, it wasn’t looked at so bad. It was just, you had a good time and you felt really good. It hadn’t turned negative. It was a very mind-enlarging, exciting time for me, some acid trips here and there. I don’t really feel that it touched me in a negative way. I did yoga to balance myself, to find myself. But it can become pretty ugly, and it did.”

L
INDBLAD
: “Sometimes when you were booked on trips, they booked three girls, one serious like me and two others who would enjoy some fun. I was there to work and nothing else, so it was a difficult situation because you would have the photographer and the models and the hairdressers all sniffing coke. They were in their own world, and I felt very much left out. I didn’t like the scene at all because I wasn’t into drugs.

“I think the sanest people in all this business are the models. The photographers and the editors and the agents are much more bizarre than the models. If you think that the girls are taken away from their homes, they come to a new country, they get so much money! For me, coming to France was weird. I didn’t speak French. I was warned about the French men. I was scared. I did not get involved. I was doing my job. I didn’t need all this. It’s not my cup of tea. My friends were not going crazy. It was the generation after me, five or six years later.

“Turning thirty, that was the hardest part. I was really at the peak of my career. I was not really prepared to do something else. Suddenly I realized it’s not going to be like this the rest of my life. My whole way of seeing things changed. Finally I knew I had to quit one day. The work started to slow down in ’86, ’87. I still wanted to die with my boots on, but finally it sort of ended by itself because we decided to move back to Paris and open a shop in ’89. After that, I worked very little, because in France they don’t like older girls. It was not hard quitting.”

S
MITH
: “The crazy disco years were definitely going on when I was in the business. There was a lot of snorting and stuff going on. I was always a little bit on the outskirts. I talked dirty. That was my kick because I was never allowed to use four-letter words growing up.