On my birthday, I was in Milan for the collections.
I'm even embarrassed at times when my friends come upon my pictures.
My mother's a secretary; my father's an electrician in a mining company.
Italian men do appreciate beautiful women. They're not afraid of the beauty, which is nice.
Otherwise, I spend a lot of time at my boyfriend's home in the country, in New Jersey.
Six months later I was in Paris. I was 16, and it all started to happen.