In today’s installment of #SundayStories - why Steven Meisel once stopped a Vogue shoot to have me watch a DVD. 💿💋
I’ve always believed that models should be like actresses from the silent era of motion pictures - able to convey a story or emotion with just their face and pose. For me the best shoots are always the ones that have a theme or story behind them, where the model gets to play a real character that both she and the camera enjoy. The picture you see here is from one of the editorials I shot for Vogue while they were filming their documentary “The September Issue” back in 2007. For this particular shot Steven Meisel told me that I would be playing a version of Audrey Hepburn’s character in the film ‘Funny Face’. The only problem was, I’d never seen that movie. Back in those days we didn’t all have smart phones with access to YouTube so Steven sent a producer out to go find the DVD and bring a laptop for me to watch it on. He could have just shown me a still from the movie but he knew I was a huge musical fan so he let me watch the whole movie on set. I remember sitting in Pat McGrath’s makeup chair watching the movie with headphones on while the other models like Sasha, Gemma Ward and Caroline Trentini came in and out of their shots. Finally, I finished the movie and was ready for my close up… 💁
Imagine Jamie and Claire raising Brianna and the time comes to discipline her for the first time. Clash of two cultures.
Her father taught her compassion, and her mother taught her courage.
Her mother taught her ruthlessness, and her father taught her mercy.
Her father taught her to mend, and her mother taught her to cut.
She looked like her father with her height and her red hair. She sounded like him, his Scottish burr rather than her mother’s clipped vowels. She looked at the world through clear blue eyes, rather than crystalline gold, and perhaps that was why she said it.
“Claire,” her father said in the next room, his voice low, but still carrying through to where Brianna sat awaiting their decision. She so rarely heard her father use her mother’s first name that it startled her, and she knew that he was very serious. “She has done wrong and she must pay the consequence.”
“You’ll not raise a hand to your daughter, James Fraser,” her mother hissed. “You swore to me-”
“I swore that I’d never raise a hand to you, Claire,” he said, warningly. “And dinna think I’ve never regretted it in all these years.”
“She is my flesh, and what you do to her you do to me,” Claire said, and Briana could hear the choked pain in her mother’s voice.
“Sassenach,” Jamie said, his voice changing from warning to soothing in a moment, “it’s the way things are done, a nighean donn. Shall we keep her from going to school lest the schoolmaster tawse her palm?”
“The schoolmaster is not you, Jamie. There’s a difference.”
“Aye, there is, for when discipline comes from me she knows that it is not because I dislike her, nor because it gives me any pleasure, which it might for a schoolmaster, but because it must be done. It’s justice, mo cridh, not malice.”
“Please don’t, Jamie.”
“Claire…” He was helpless against her mother’s pleading, and Brianna thought, later, that it was perhaps this that made her speak. Her father could not hurt her mother, and her mother could not sway her father, and so it was for Brianna to say instead.
“Mama, I think that Daddy should tawse me for what I’ve done,” she said, in a clear voice. “I think it would be best to get it over with quickly.”
Brianna would always believe that her father was gentler on her than her crime deserved on that day as well, because she had saved the both of them.