If there's one thing we've learned from the somewhat dubious history of Naomi Campbell, it's that if you're an iconic, android-perfect supermodel, you can get away with pretty much anything; we can't help but wonder whether if we at TRR were doppelgangers for a bevvy of well-known supermodels (if you've never met any of us, by the way, please feel free to continue imagining that we are), fortune might smile on us a little more kindly. We bet Kate Moss never gets chastised for putting an extra apple through on the self-scan machine at Tesco Metro, for example, and that Lily Cole never has to wait for the next tube train at rush hour. It's unfair, reader, but gawsh darn it if it ain't true.

The latest epic beauty to bite the hand that fed her, at least until retirement, is Blow-Up star and sixties editorial sensation Veruschka, who, at the height of her fame, commanded a fee of ten thousand dollars a day (more than enough to get Linda Evangelista out of bed several times over, when you think about inflation) - the seventy-one-year-old super made a return to the catwalk for Giles Deacon's latest show, and admits that she hated her dress and felt like a gimmick. 'I was in my 20s when I made [Blow up] and found success', she added, as a swift jab at the proliferation of teenage models on the catwalk. 'We were women, not children.'

Oh, to be beautiful enough to call out all our old employers in such a public, humiliating way!

(We wouldn't, though, of course; we're still milking our tattered old staff discount cards. Ahem.)

Posted on November 05, 2010 at 6:45:02 by Philippa Snow