Today is Christy Turlington’s forty-ninth birthday. I profiled her last year on this day, discussing a few elements from her natal chart. Still, I can’t help myself from discussing her even more. She’s an apex Capricorn, and I’m sure I’m not the only goat who aspires to be more like her.
Anyway, that got me to thinking about these models I worship. My natal moon in Cancer has imparted me with a good memory, and I can remember the exact moment when I first saw most of them. Turlington, for instance, was featured in a “Vogue” article when she was a teenager. I remember sitting on the couch in my parent’s house, reading the magazine and wondering if the model was going to live up to the hype. I was probably nineteen or twenty at the time.
Around the same time, I remember seeing Cindy Crawford on a “Vogue” cover in a bookstore and stopping dead in my tracks. I also remember buying a copy of the magazine when Stephanie Seymour appeared on the cover before she got the gap in her teeth fixed. I worked at a restaurant just around the corner from the bookstore I just mentioned. I bought a lot of magazines there. I remember picking up a copy of “Vogue” with Tatjana Patitz on the cover, too, but at the convenience store near my parent’s house. I just looked at her and said to myself “Wow! I need to know who that is!” I can remember buying a copy with Estelle Lefébure on the cover at that same store not long afterward.
It wasn’t a magazine cover that made me first notice Linda Evangelista, though. It was a Valentino ad inside an issue of “Vogue.” Shortly after I became acquainted with this aloof-looking woman, I saw Evangelista on an episode of “Oprah,” sitting beside John Casablanca. That’s when I learned her name. Unlike the other models I’ve mentioned, I wasn’t able to flip open the magazine to read the credits to find out who she was.
I’ve got a lot of these memories. It’s funny how these things make their way into my mind. I guess that I should consider myself lucky. I’m sure that there are a lot of people out there who can’t shake bad memories. Meanwhile, I can’t get these supermodels out of my head.
Tough break, huh?