EVERYBODY’S GOT A PAST
Busted for shoplifting in the Versace boutique by Signor Versace himself, I was a long-legged, foul-mouth seventeen year old with a bad attitude. The cops slapped cuffs on me and Signor Versace made an unusual proposal. A stint in juvie hall? Or modeling? I choose the latter. And never looked back. As one of the original Supermodels, I’ve seen and done it all. Everybody’s got a past. But mine is extra-crispy. Like that time in Milan when I ran my shady boyfriend over with his car.
Winona, Inc. 