I cannot get that beautiful afternoon out of my head, above me where I lay the grass was silhouetted against the blue of the heavens, small clouds were rushing past as the wind drove them on an endless journey. – Julia Lee-Booker, letter to Pat McSwiney, 1940 July 24
People always think that if you eat anything as a model, its amazing. I used to tease them and say, you know Im going to throw up afterwards. – Christy Turlington
