The real bummer of fame is that at some point you're bound to get demoted.
Models are back to what they were in the '70s: clothes hangers.
I will continue to be intelligent, I vowed, no matter how beautiful I become.
My first recognition of age setting in was exactly on my 36th birthday. I have no idea why, on this day of all days, I looked in the mirror and realized my face no longer looked young.
When I model, I pretty much blank. You can't think too much or it doesn't work.
Now, I don't actually know the exact cut-off age where beautiful ceases and "must have-once-been-beautiful" begins. It's true it's not forty-five. I can still get attention when I try really hard, even if it's greatly reduced.