In my experience, model shoots take three people. Me, the model, and her steroid freak boyfriend with the surly stare. Sports Illustrated runs about twenty deep on their shoots. You need lots of girls running around adjusting Kate’s tits and at least a half dozen gay males to be overly anxious about losing the light for the day. There’s even a woman who blows on Kate’s nipples when fans are not feasible on location. There’s no doubt that Kate is the circus master. She’s got this whole not a sex object look at my titties thing down cold. She could just take some topless selfies in her toilet at home and give us what we want, but then who would the urchin kids of Costa Rica sell their Orange Fantas to?
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