So I was skimming through the bad news in The Guardian early this morning when I saw this photo illustrating a story about the acclaimed photographer Peter Lindbergh’s “Best Photograph.” (Read it here: https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2017/jun/14/peter-lindberghs-best-photograph-supermodel-vogue-naomi-campbell-linda-evangelista-christy-turlington).
It reminded me of many hours spent in Cafe Tabac on E. 9th Street, which was a model/modelizer hangout in the 1990s, and one of my hangouts too as it was conveniently located a half-block away from the brownstone where I used to live.
It also reminded me of the interview I did with Cindy Crawford at that time, in the Revlon offices after she’d been hired as a face of the brand. She picked at a piece or two of sushi, rolled her eyes at the groveling PRs, and, when I asked her if she was a Buddhist like her then-husband, Richard Gere, she shook her head.
“I have my own Cindy Crawford religion,” she said.
In case you were wondering.