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Then
this fifteen year old Buffalo native, Jessica White ambled in with
her mother Fanny: down coat, tight jeans, standard Upstate boots and
I started to sweat. The "Hi. How are you? May I see your book
please. Thank you for coming!" mantra that had served well all
day failed me. I think I said something like "Uh Uh Uh "
So now a year later, when we book her for this current
MODELS.com cover, it does not shock that Jessica
White is the girl with the most cake. An exclusive
Cover Girl contract under her belt- (a killer
follow up to her beauty.com campaign), the
scorching Spring 2001 Chloe ad photographed
by Taryn Simon, a gig in Teen Vogue, two editorials
with Harper's Bazaar (including a swimsuit
shoot with Mini Anden shot by Demarchelier
in St Barts) and a suite of coveted Fall 2001 New
York fashion shows clogging up her charts at the start
of Fashion Week. A year can wield strange changes
in a model but the Jessica who arrives bright and
early that January morning (with her sister Pam in
tow) is the same beautiful gamine of a year ago, a
little more comfortable with the spin of the fashion
whirl but still flashing that megawatt smile.
I ask her what this first sensational year has felt like.
"It's been great," enthuses Jessica. "I've learnt so
much and I've met so many incredible people, it's been everything
I hoped for. Plus I'm going to LA to go on some castings as an actress
because a lot of people have been approaching me about that!"
As well they should, I note as Jessica's exquisite little face is
buried in a gigantic Afro-wig to match Fausto Pugilisi's perfectly
impractical fur bikini studded with Swarsowski crystals.
And how was shooting the Chloe ad? I prompt as Jessica sidles up to
the marble fireplace. Martha Camarillo, our beloved photographer is
firing the Polaroids.
" Incredible. We shot it on the beach in the Bahamas. Paradise
Island, I think"
"Of so the horses weren't photo-shopped in?
"Uh-uh. Those were real horses," laughs Jessica at my presumptuousness.
Martha peels back one Polaroid and the effect is somewhere between
a manic 70's blaxploitation "Cleopatra Jones" moment and
an elongated Lil Kim music video reverie. Which is the point because
having recently discovered the stunning oeuvre that is 70's blaxploitation,
don't we all believe it is high time that fearless sense of style
be put back on the fashion map. I mean they did dress like this back
then, apparently.
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