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I still remember the first time I laid eyes on Miss A. It was at a swanky fashion event in Milan, and she sauntered down the runway drawing everyone’s attention like a moth to a flame. She effortlessly owned the catwalk and let me tell you, it wasn’t just the designer clothes that had us all mesmerised; it was A. herself.
Picture this: a tall, bronzed goddess with eyes that could melt glaciers. She had that intoxicating mix of elegance and mischief—the kind that makes you want to throw caution to the wind and join her for a glass of Beaujolais Nouveau. And trust me, I did just that. Thanks to the free red wine at the after-party, I found myself stumbling over my words as I tried to strike up a conversation. A., though, was gracious. She gestured for me to come closer, her smile a bit overdone but charming nonetheless. “Come on, man,” she said, her voice a sultry blend of Italian and something else—a hint of mystery that made my heart race. “You look like you need cheering up.”
And just like that, I was under her spell. We chatted about everything and nothing, from the latest fashion trends to our favourite hangover cures (Aspirin and a greasy breakfast, in case you’re wondering). She told me about her whirlwind modelling career, the shampoo samples she’s taken from The Four Seasons Hotel room, and the time she accidentally spilled Chilean Cabernet Sauvignon on a Ralph Lauren shorts suit during a shoot. The way she described it, you’d think it was a scene from a romantic comedy.
But it wasn’t all glitz and glamour. A. had her introspective moments too. She confided in me about the pressure to maintain that flawless image and the occasional existential crisis. “Sometimes,” she said, “I still can’t see a thing beyond the camera flash.”
And that’s when I realised—beneath the designer labels and the tipsy charm, A. was just like the rest of us. A woman navigating life’s twists and turns, one runway at a time. So here’s to you, A. A., the model who taught me that even in a world of Ralph Lauren coats and high heels, authenticity is the ultimate accessory.
P.S. The above word are pure literary fiction, at no time we have met Adele in person.
Credits: Collier Schorr, Cim Mahony, Hiromi Ueda, Amit, Yuji Okuda, Satoko Watanabe, Fabbrica , Storm Models, Ford Models.