Stupid Model traces the hilarious and sometimes heart-wrenching story of seventeen year old Dutch fashion model Bee who learns that the highs and lows of modeling and international travel are not always so glamorous, as she finds herself sharing an apartment with the world’s first Supermodel Janice Dickenson.
The best thing about the book was when the young and aggressive Janice Dickinson said to the author when they were both in a model house in Paris, "I'm supermodel and you're stupid model." And she had it right.
II'd never even heard of Janice Dickinson until she was on some reality show. She never was a super model, she just called herself that, it was her brand, but like so many brands, was all in the publicity and none in the substance.
But the author, Bee, was really stupid. She was quite successful in her home country of Holland, but at 6'1" was a bit tall for most catwalks. She also got herself into minor shit, none of it very interesting except for a semi-fake modelling competition in Australia that went bust leaving the models stranded or in her case at the mercy of a very wealthy man with more than helping her out on his mind. She didn't have the drug-fuelled energy and drive to succeed in a business that is all about image. If you think about it, modelling requires a huge ego - you have to believe that you are more beautiful with a better figure than any of the competition. Janice Dickinson certainly had that.
I knew one Vogue cover girl model quite well. Apart from being tall and skinny you wouldn't notice her in a crowd, she didn't have stand-out looks without makeup. She mostly wore shorts and slightly grubby t-shirts on the island and rarely washed her hair. She said all that was for work!.She married a South African guy, a diver, who was stunningly beautiful and extremely aggressive. (eg. he glassed at least two guys in bars). She even pretended he was the father of her first child whom she named after him (they met when she was already pregnant). I always wondered if she'd fallen in love with his looks as he had with hers (and her money and lifestyle) because once you got over his charm, he was extremely thick and she wasn't.
Once I was in a local marina going to lunch when she tugged at my dress, "Cutting style on me are you?" she said as I hadn't said hello (I have Prosopagnosia, Face Blindness so I often don't recognise people). So there she was, a Vogue cover model, in films and kind of grubby, humble, no airs and graces and liked baby sitting wanting to have lunch with me! I hear she was different in NY, all slick high fashion, limousines, night clubs and speed to keep up the energy and down the weight.
Why have I given this book 4 stars when it was not very interesting? Because it was the most fantastically presented memoir I have ever seen. Each page was decorated with art work, doodles, drawings, word-verse and photographs - here is an example . So it should be no surprise that she is now an artist of note, a photographer, who shows in such major galleries as Saatchi's.
I really enjoyed this book! To be completely honest, nothing particularly interesting happens to Bee until the end of the book, but the way that she writes and romanticizes her life made it a pretty captivating read. It's pretty funny at times, and the illustrations and photos are what really sets this book apart. I do think that some pretty major things that happen to Bee at the end aren't touched on nearly enough, and the book kind of lacks a conclusion, but still a very enjoyable read overall.