I like glamour. Not afraid of it.

I love everything about fashion. I even love the fittings and watching it evolve from a pattern to a muslin to the final product.

Within two months I made the grand slam: covers of 'American Vogue', 'Italian Vogue', 'British Vogue', and 'French Vogue'.

I don't get cast for every job and I understand that.

I'm part of a team that raises millions of dollars and raises awareness of HIV and AIDS all over the world.

Sure, I like my short hair. It also quadrupled my rate. I did get sick of seeing it on everybody, though - every stewardess, every salesclerk, and in every restaurant.

I was having panic attacks. I didn't want to live that way anymore. I was in love and I wanted it to work. I was tired of travelling, tired of the whole scene, just tired. I sat around. I was lazy. I wanted a routine, and I wanted to wake up in the same bed every day, and I got my wish.