Wearing pre-fall’s ultra-cool leather jackets, distressed denim and cult-status boots, model Catherine McNeil talks tattoos, Testino and getting into trouble. By Emma Sells.
Catherine McNeil, also known as Cat, is not your average model. In an era where taking to the runway goes hand in hand with clean eating and healthy living, Australian McNeil, 27, is refreshingly rock’n’roll, a model in the mold of fun-loving Kate Moss, rather than meditating Gisele.
“I’m just being me,” says McNeil. “I don’t know how to be anything else.” She isn’t, she asserts, the hellraiser that her Instagram feed – filled with her partying and posing and generally having more fun than you – suggests. “Yeah, I get into trouble with my Instagram and I get told to take stuff down,” she grins. “It may seem like I’m partying all the time, but I’m a homebody. I’d rather be watching Netflix on my friends’ couches.”
McNeil’s androgynous style helps fuel her wild-child image, too. When we meet in her London hotel, the morning after The Edit’s shoot, she’s barefaced – she didn’t own any makeup until she bought some for a red-carpet event last week – wearing an oversized black T-shirt, skinny leather pants and clumpy lace-up boots, her hands laden with an impressive collection of rings that range from the delicate to the knuckle dusting.
Then, of course, there are the tattoos, arguably McNeil’s defining feature. You see plenty of them on Instagram, too. She got her first the day before her 18th birthday, just to see if she could, then another the next day, and hasn’t looked back since. Now the model has so many that she’s lost count; they cover her back and the palms of her hands, her ears and her toes. The inky collection of creatures across her back are a two-year project, but most are souvenirs collected from around the world. Her current favorite is also the most recent – a panther that stretches down her side. On most people they would be a statement; on a model, they’re an act of defiance. “You’re always told you have to look this way and have your hair like that,” she says, “so this is my way of taking my body back. Sure, there are jobs I haven’t got because of them, and covering them up takes a really long time, but I’m not bothered. I’m just thankful for all the stuff that I have done and am doing.”
McNeil grew up just outside of Brisbane, Australia, surrounded by chickens and horses in acres of wide open space. Fashion wasn’t remotely on her radar. “I was a bit of a tomboy,” she says. “I grew up playing around in the mud, climbing trees. Actually, I still do all of that now. My grandma says that I haven’t changed a bit, so that’s good.”
It was her grandmother, Sandra, and her mother, Melissa, who signed a reluctant 13-year-old McNeil up to the magazine competition that started her career in 2003. And, when she moved to New York aged 17, Sandra went with her, staying in her shared model apartment for three weeks to help her settle in. “She’s kind of like my rock,” says McNeil. “I’ve flown her on jobs, she comes to fashion week, Mario [Testino] threw her a 60th birthday party... Her life is a million miles away from mine, but she’s very involved and I love that.”
The model’s career skyrocketed once she moved stateside: the aforementioned Testino booked her on an editorial exclusive for six months; she walked for Alexander McQueen and John Galliano; and landed campaigns with Louis Vuitton and Givenchy. Then, in 2009, aged 20, she stunned everyone by walking away from it all. “I’d been doing it since I was 13, I needed a break,” she explains. “I needed to experience life outside of fashion.” She moved to Islington, London, and spent two years quietly being normal until, much to her surprise, she realized that she missed her old life. “I enjoyed it a lot more once I came back,” she says. “I thought basically that my career would be over; I’m very lucky that everyone has given me another chance.”
McNeil is friendly but guarded; she’s happy to talk about her beloved five-year-old Harrier hound, Harvey (“My baby”), and to confess that she ill-advisedly pierced her own nipple as a teenager (“Worst idea ever”), but you get the feeling she is uncomfortable giving too much of herself away in a situation where she can’t control the end result. In part that’s because, while what you see is what you get with her, not everything you read about her is true. Past relationships with model Freja Beha Erichsen and actress Ruby Rose mean that her love life generates a significant number of column inches, some more factually accurate than others. Even her Models.com page boasts a myth: that she fixes up cars in her spare time. “This is something that has haunted me since I was 13,” she groans. “I wanted to be a mechanic before I knew anything else because I grew up with a lot of boys who rode motorbikes. But no, that never happened. My grandfather let me bleed the brakes on his car when I was 15 and that’s it.”
In reality, she spends her time at home in Brooklyn with Harvey, or going on road trip adventures with friends like fellow models Lexi Boling and Issa Lish. Last week they went to Trampoline World, where they were the oldest people bouncing around by far. Maybe Cat McNeil is having more fun than you, after all.