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^{Naomi was always very nice to me. (image: carolita johnson)}

I was a lousy model. But at least, since I wasn’t on drugs, I remember things. At my last Dolce & Gabbana show, I remember two things. To wit, Linda Evangelista waiting in line backstage in front of me, looking curiously at Amira (the other short model, me being the next shortest. They called me “La Petite”).
“Who’s she?“, she asked me.
“That’s Amira.”
“Is she, like, big?”
“Yeah, well, you know, big in France.”
“But is she big like… Like me big? Oh my god, I can’t believe I just said that!”

But before that, while waiting for make-up and hair, I’d gone to the racks to see what I’d be put through this show (not anticipating the last minute change to the black transparant dress that led to the thong incident—correction: making that THREE things I remember). I’d prised apart two crowded racks to view my line-up only to discover Naomi Campbell sitting on the floor between them with her handbag in her lap, reading a book and looking as lonely as can be.

Naomi Campbell arrested at her Park Ave. Apartment: [HuffPo]
Naomi Campbell and the blackberry of destruction: [Gawker]

Posted Friday, March 31st, 2006 at 12:01 am under etc., NYC. Feel free to trackback from your own site. All images on newyorkette.com are the intellectual property of Carolita Johnson, and you must ask (and receive) express permission to use them or reproduce them in any way whatsoever.