Aside from my modelling, by the early Nineties I was also starting to work as a photographer, which I loved.

I find the light and work it, work it, work it.

Every six months I fly to Dallas to get botox and I also get collagen injections.

I loved the travel but I didn't love the work. I mean, come on, modelling is only so stimulating!

I've been fooling the public for years and I'm really good at it.

But you see, that's the gilded prison of fashion. We're riding in private jets, and meantime I was so incredibly, painfully sad and lonely.