The name of this look I borrowed from the title of a 1997 short story by Esquire Writer at Large Tom Junod.
I adore Christy Turlington. I remember being 13 or 14 and I would wait for the video of George Michaelâ€™s â€œFreedom! â€˜90â€� to play on MTV, because I wanted to copy the way she walked, the way her swan neck swayed, the way her lips moved. I remember tearing out a British Vogue cover photo of her from the early â€˜90s (wearing a beaded unitardâ€”I think it was Gianni Versace) and taping it to my bedroom wall. When the Costume Institute created a series of mannequins with faces patterned after hers, naming her â€œThe Face of the 20th Century,â€� I was, like, â€œHell, yeah!â€�
They say she is one of the â€œfriendliestâ€� supermodels around, and I think you could tell just by looking at that face. Although I find it amusing that people use her as reference in an attempt to be bitchyâ€”like, if the real Christy couldnâ€™t be a bitch, then let others do the bitching! Case in point: In that schoolyard catfight scene from 1999â€™s American Beauty, when a deluded teenage model (played by Mena Suvari) was told off by her schoolmate that â€œYou've only been in Seventeen once and you looked fat! So stop acting like you're goddamn Christy Turlington!â€� I love that line, and I am actually waiting for the moment when I could use that in real life!
Location: Cebu, Philippines
Currently listening to: â€œFreedom! â€˜90â€� by George Michael