I worked at the largest ad agency at the time (the subject of another post) and a guy says to me on the elevator who was there for ad buys...do you mind if I take a Polroid because I'm the publisher of this lifestyle magazine and you'd be perfect for the cover. Dripping in Aspery diamond necklaces. I did and a month later he called me telling me his creative director said I wasn't very photogenic.
Skip to 3 years later, very randomly I met someone, fell in love and it turns out he was the dork who didn't think I was pretty enough for the cover.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Being A Muse
Peter Cook was a brillant comic genius in England and Europe. His comic partner Dudley Moore was a huge success in America whereas Peter was definitely the more attractive one. Very tall and rangy, with piercing eyes. I met him at the video store and he was hooked. I was American, very pretty and a bit of loud mouth. He pursued me and made friends with my husband who idolized him. Like a teenage boy with a crush, he'd call me and talk for hours about his new project. My husband took it as a compliment to HIM because I was his wife. Never a pass just long days on Perrins Walk discussing his ideas. OK, maybe not a Muse more like a vampire who wanted my blood.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Why my father went bald
I had a crush on this actor who was the IT boy of movies. Met him when I was in New York at Design Research (I had worked at the Brattle Street store so wandered in there) on East 57th Street. Jumping forward, I lost my virginity to him at The Algonquin Hotel.
My father had him investigated and found out he was married with some kids. I knew that, but who better to make the first time super special. My father sent me away for a month to Colombia for a little stay with friends. They were entrusted with his little girl.
My first note they had a big dinner for me. The waiter put down a big bowl with a little corn, beef and other stuff. I said very politely...No, I won't have soup, will wait to main dish. Silence. That was the entree and the traditional dish of Colombia
A week before going home I sat across from this hot blond boy in the dermatoligist's office where my guardian had an appointment. He saw me, our eyes met. It was hard for him not to look at me because I was staring at him like I was god smacked. Could not stop talking about him calling him the Handsome one. It turns out he went to school with the son who gleefully woke me up and said The Handsome is on the phone. We saw each other every night and the night day I was to leave I came after a date waving a huge emerald ring screaming excitedy... I'm Engaged!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So my sojourn in Bogota began and my father lost all of his hair.
My father had him investigated and found out he was married with some kids. I knew that, but who better to make the first time super special. My father sent me away for a month to Colombia for a little stay with friends. They were entrusted with his little girl.
My first note they had a big dinner for me. The waiter put down a big bowl with a little corn, beef and other stuff. I said very politely...No, I won't have soup, will wait to main dish. Silence. That was the entree and the traditional dish of Colombia
A week before going home I sat across from this hot blond boy in the dermatoligist's office where my guardian had an appointment. He saw me, our eyes met. It was hard for him not to look at me because I was staring at him like I was god smacked. Could not stop talking about him calling him the Handsome one. It turns out he went to school with the son who gleefully woke me up and said The Handsome is on the phone. We saw each other every night and the night day I was to leave I came after a date waving a huge emerald ring screaming excitedy... I'm Engaged!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So my sojourn in Bogota began and my father lost all of his hair.
Clueless in Hampstead Village
Did you read Sarah Lyall's Anglo Files book? So fcuking true.
I lived in Hampstead Village which was the equivilant of a very dark rainy dank Malibu Colony. Tons of celebs and had the deepest tube station. Very cool place. They turned down McDonalds from their High Street because the logo was so garishly bright. For the first time ever, the company did a store but the logo was all black. Just a very special place to live in London.
When I moved there struck up an aquaintance with this guy with a kid strapped to his back at the green market. It turns out he lived near us and invited us over for dinner. My husband said NO, I had to learn that Brits do not socialize with their neighbors.keep to yourself, don't be so American. Peter O'Toole lived on our block, Lulu and her gorgous husband John Frieda (unknown back then) lived around the corner as did Boy George. This guy was def not a celeb because he was very slight with balding hair and a little bit timid..
We would meet at the creperie on the High Street practicually every week for a quick bite. He told me he was moving with his family and too bad my husband was such a Brit- Twit.
So the husband was driving with me on a windy road many months later. My friend wildly honked at me, and the terribly standoffish Brit turned to me and said...what the fcuk, how do you know Sting?
From that moment on when I met someone interesting we accepted their dinner invite.
I lived in Hampstead Village which was the equivilant of a very dark rainy dank Malibu Colony. Tons of celebs and had the deepest tube station. Very cool place. They turned down McDonalds from their High Street because the logo was so garishly bright. For the first time ever, the company did a store but the logo was all black. Just a very special place to live in London.
When I moved there struck up an aquaintance with this guy with a kid strapped to his back at the green market. It turns out he lived near us and invited us over for dinner. My husband said NO, I had to learn that Brits do not socialize with their neighbors.keep to yourself, don't be so American. Peter O'Toole lived on our block, Lulu and her gorgous husband John Frieda (unknown back then) lived around the corner as did Boy George. This guy was def not a celeb because he was very slight with balding hair and a little bit timid..
We would meet at the creperie on the High Street practicually every week for a quick bite. He told me he was moving with his family and too bad my husband was such a Brit- Twit.
So the husband was driving with me on a windy road many months later. My friend wildly honked at me, and the terribly standoffish Brit turned to me and said...what the fcuk, how do you know Sting?
From that moment on when I met someone interesting we accepted their dinner invite.
Diane Sawyer
OK, so I had this idea to do a book called GO PR YOURSELF. How we give advice to our clients but never follow them for ourselves. For example, I was part of a cover story in the NYTimes Style section and did I blab away. What a shock to wake up one Sunday to find it was a cover story and the only pix was of me. Literally half a page. but vertically not the usual horizontal
I was hunted by the press. OK, not like Princess Die, but it did get me the moniker of Lady NI. The next day GMA called at 9am and said that Diane Sawyer wanted to be the first to interview me. I officially the It girl of disfunction. EVERY night I'd get a messengered letter asking me to be on every New York media outlet.
BTW, I have an unlisted number, address etc. These big media outlets have this secret way of getting unpublished information. It was a bit big sisterish.
Tried to get out of GMA two minutes after I said yes. Called back the producer. She was like a pr person ...please, please I will get fired if I tell my boss.
SO I appeared on GMA the next morning and Diane Sawyer (gorgoues) had me by the fire making me feel very comfortable. She said...So you said your husband for a period drank alot (ME: he stopped when he was dead) and as a result of that I knew the only thing I could control was my eating or not. So Diane leaned in and asked WHY my husband drank. I said very matter of factly...he was British. She was like huh, what never heard that. I had flustered Diane Sawyer!!! Cool.
Got back to my office and The London Times called asking for a statement on how Britain made me almost die from an eating disorder.
People magazine called. Lifetime wanted to discuss doing a movie of my life. It was crazy. I couldn't get big tv placements for my very high level clients but they were knocking down my door.
I went into my boss- who was a lunatic but a genius in so many ways - crying. He told me I had to treat myself like a client. Would I suggest to them I should be a woman in peril on Lifetime. Did I want to be a poster girl for anorexia in one thirties? And did I want to be on the cover of People.
If it happened today I'd be offered a reality show.
I was hunted by the press. OK, not like Princess Die, but it did get me the moniker of Lady NI. The next day GMA called at 9am and said that Diane Sawyer wanted to be the first to interview me. I officially the It girl of disfunction. EVERY night I'd get a messengered letter asking me to be on every New York media outlet.
BTW, I have an unlisted number, address etc. These big media outlets have this secret way of getting unpublished information. It was a bit big sisterish.
Tried to get out of GMA two minutes after I said yes. Called back the producer. She was like a pr person ...please, please I will get fired if I tell my boss.
SO I appeared on GMA the next morning and Diane Sawyer (gorgoues) had me by the fire making me feel very comfortable. She said...So you said your husband for a period drank alot (ME: he stopped when he was dead) and as a result of that I knew the only thing I could control was my eating or not. So Diane leaned in and asked WHY my husband drank. I said very matter of factly...he was British. She was like huh, what never heard that. I had flustered Diane Sawyer!!! Cool.
Got back to my office and The London Times called asking for a statement on how Britain made me almost die from an eating disorder.
People magazine called. Lifetime wanted to discuss doing a movie of my life. It was crazy. I couldn't get big tv placements for my very high level clients but they were knocking down my door.
I went into my boss- who was a lunatic but a genius in so many ways - crying. He told me I had to treat myself like a client. Would I suggest to them I should be a woman in peril on Lifetime. Did I want to be a poster girl for anorexia in one thirties? And did I want to be on the cover of People.
If it happened today I'd be offered a reality show.
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