Melissa Stetten
Crash Landing at the Runway Show
I make my way into the loft and see half-naked models changing into ridiculous outfits. “You must be Melissa!” The peppy young assistant yells. “That’s my name, don’t wear it out!” I say back to her. No one laughs. She escorts me over to the designer...
I'm Drowning in Bird Shit and Self-Pity
I’m a shitty model. I book the shitty jobs. I’ll occasionally book a huge print ad that supplies me with enough money to support my coke habit for at least a few months. I’m kidding of course. My salary disappears into designer clothes and therapist...
Who Needs Eternal Youth When You've Got Zoloft?
It's tough being a model when you're not a brainwashed child.
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