Stephanie Seymour made a name for herself with teen and early 20’s years of nude photos, drugs, and fucking famous celebrities. Maybe four star resort barebacking with Warren Beatty isn’t so horrible, but sucking Axl Rose’s limp drunk dick for nine months has to leave an emotional mark. Seymour did what had to be done to get to where she needed to be. Which was married to a French billionaire making many gay babies. Seymour recently fired a shot across the the social media star bow by insisting that Kendall Jenner and her reality and Instagram famous ilk aren’t really supermodels.
Supermodels are sort of the thing of the past. They deserve their own title. [Kendall and Gigi] are beautiful girls, and I support all of them, but they need their own title. Bitches of the moment! That would be a good title for them.
Wonderful support. “Useless cunts” could’ve expressed your full commitment. This isn’t the first time some forty-something model who went through the herpes scab ringer has cast aspersions upon famous teens declaring themselves fashion model elites. Rebecca Romijn did precisely the same just a couple months ago. Kendall Jenner has had enough of the old biddies disrespecting her struggle. She hired somebody reasonably literate to respond with an open letter on her personal website that costs $2.99 to unlock. She’s certainly more business savvy than Seymour and Romijn, despite her lack of clarity on how an open letter works.
If you choose to be a cyberbully, I’m going to stick up for myself. No one is trying to steal Stephanie Seymour’s thing, or trying to be her. I actually looked up to her. She has a daughter! I guarantee you that she didn’t imagine someone so publicly shaming her daughter when she made those comments about us being ‘bitches of the moment.’ If people want to call Gigi and I supermodels now, it doesn’t take anything away from supermodels of the past. Obviously, I have so much respect for those women, but right now, we’re the models of this time. Significant? Maybe. Hardworking? For sure.
Nice touch of humility. I hope you tipped your Fiver writer reasonably well. Even in the whoring business the passing generation feel compelled to complain about how easy the youngsters have it these days. I know, you blew six guys on your way to and from modeling school, uphill in both directions. The supermodel label isn’t exactly the Purple Heart. Here’s a hint, none of you are getting into heaven. God doesn’t recognize The AIDS charities.