Bruce Weber, the photographer, impressed me a lot. He taught me loads about what no-make-up make-up is. He didn’t need make-up, he needed me to pinch the mannequin’s cheeks as a substitute. There was this time that I used to be invited to spend the weekend with him and Tina Turner at his house within the mountains someplace. We began out going to her live performance, assembly her backstage. The subsequent day the stylist on the shoot was Azzedine Alaïa and it was some bizarre harmonic conversion. I don’t even know what it was! The solar? The moon? And right here I used to be with Bruce, Tina, Azzedine and Didier Malige, the well-known hairdresser. That was loopy.
