Got nothing much to say: recently, my whole life consists of "sitting around waiting for a runway show to start," but I did scan some tearsheets from Talkies magazine if anyone wants to see.
Gold Cross. Incidentally, I don't have any modelly moral protests: nudity, fur, cigarettes, alcohol, sherm, jobwise I'm down for whatever. The only thing I ever argued with a stylist about was not wanting to wear a cross necklace for an editorial shot in L.A. That time, I ended up not wearing it, but as you can see from this picture, nowadays I've learned to shut the fuck up and wear what the clients tell me to wear. And, to the crew at Rost Productions, thank you kindly for an incredible airbrushing job.
Green dress. Aside from the volumptuous knockaz, I think this picture is awesomely trannyesque, but unfortunately my agency has advised against me putting it in my portfolio. If you know Hong Kong, this editorial was shot in the street next to the government housing buildings in Chai Wan. The three other models and I had to change clothes on the sidewalk, probably convincing a few late-night minibus drivers that they'd ingested some hallucinogenic dim sum earlier in the evening.
Photographs by Billy Kan and Gordon Leung.