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nikos 
I'm going to try my hand at translating (though badly, I'm sorry, but I promise to try) to practice my German and avoid writing the paper that I should be writing

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Here is my terrible translation, enjoy
"Schumi [Schumacher] beaten, at Wimbledon nothing, there is hardly any German being talked about on the World's stage now (Exception: the Vatican). Then comes Julia Stegner. The smart Münchnerin [ie: girl from Munich] is the top model of the post-Schiffer era.
Perhaps it is the flea market (?) in New York's Perry Street that brings one, on this Saturday morning, to day dreaming. Hundreds of people meandre here in old clothes , wandering around and stand quickly still as Natassja Kinski goes by. Isn't she, that actress? Natassja doesn't seem to hear all of this, like an elf she weaves her way through the crowd towards a single person. "Hello, we have an engagement to meet here, right?"
No, one doesn't feel prepared for this. From the Boss-Ads that hang meters high in Fifth Avenue, and from the magazine covers, from all the fotos that can be seen of Julia Stegner and of her blonde pony tail and that mouth, that lies on that young face like a fresh blossom, reminding one a lot of of Nastassja Kinski. She herself takes it 'gelasen' [not sure, possibly laid back], when one asks her about Kinski. "That is naturally an honoue, to be compared to." She laughs, and it is tempered as Kinski in "Tess".
Julia Stegner is 20 and is the most successful German model of the moment. She works all the time, really all the time, she flies around the world, she could plaster her small New York Apartment with her covers and spreads from "Vogue", "Harpers Bazaar" and "Elle", in Paris she walks the runway for houses like Chanel, Dior or Yves Saint Laurent like the tourists walk through the Louvre. And that she looks like Kinski, is only said because the model market always needs "the new Someone or other". Claudia Schiffer long lived as "the new Bardot", till her real name finally stuck.
But Stegner, Julia Stegner? The papers have often wondered, "we models are supplanted for actresses, who you see in films and then in vogue", she says in
sober recognition of the relationship (?) of Hollywood and Fashion. For her it is
no disadvantage, since on the margins this small new aristocracy of models could arise, that could have the cover pages and runways in hand, like the holly wood girls have - a bad film, and "Vogue" never wants to see them again. Hearing around in New York, the "German Julia" is counted in the top five of the top model list, verdict 'five star'.
One can see Julia every day in campaigns for Boss, Dolce & Gabbana, Saint Laurent, Ralph Lauren, Armani, Rolex. And this summer, drivers beware, in bikinis for H&M. "It could be that people don't know our names," she says. "But it lies in the fact that we don't let ourselves be celebrated as Supermodels."
Model careers always have the same beginning - someone hangs around and watches girls, watches one closely and gives her their business card. To Claudia Schiffer it happened in a Disco, to Julia Stegner it happened at the Oktoberfest.
Then she was 15, and there was little, that she experienced in her young life in Munich [a suburb of Munich I think], with her mother as a Bank manager (?), her father as a sales director of a US company, a childhood in the upper middle class. Then, after the first photos had been taken, the machine stopped again. "I first got my Realschul diploma [after tenth grade]. I actually didn't want to model at all, without finishing my Fach[subject] abitur [in the German system, you do your abitur till 13th grade, or you can do a fach abi in a certain subject]." She tells this to me with the greatest honesty, she laughs seldom while doing so, and when one asks her about her interests, she doesn't leave much out, and with dignity informs thar "I hope, to be able to study study BWL [a form of accounting?] later on"
With the same groundedness [down to earth-ness] she tries to explain her market value: "It's hard to say, I think, designers and photographers see in me a king of classical beauty. I don't have an extraordinary [ethereal, I guess she means] face, but luckily, I don't look so boring, that one could see completely past/through me." In the clarity of her words, one senses how little the ruthless machine of the model industry has affected Julia Stegner. "Well, [na ja is the coolest colloquial phrase in german, I can't translate it properly], when I've moved to I moved to New York in January, I was constantly amazed by people saying, 'Oh, you're the best'. It comes across as very fake, but when one knowns this, you hear ways [less??]" From where does she know this? "I grew up well, I can distinguish between fake friends and real friends." Whether her friendship with a police man holds the distance from Munich to New York? She laughs. "No Comment."
If one watches Julia Stegner on the runway, one realizes, how she draws subtle respecr from the Public. Never candid photographers with the idea, to yell to her as to the Brazilian Gisele Bundchen "Free the two Giseles!". What Julia eminantes is pure [I can't translate Stil pur. I'm half tempted to say wicked, as in cool though

] The rich women can picture themselves, through her, in each dress, she is what to estimate/ measure elegance against, who in the years of giggling popstar models also dissappeared with her rock star friends.
Julia is a star for the on lookers, the Mannequin [model] in the classic sense, her success also the delight (?) or perks/ riches (?), that the Fashion world repeatedly offers her (?). Julia does them the favour, of staying scandal free, "I seldom go out, and when I do, its not to these Celebrity Parties. I learnt that once at a P. Diddy party. He had said, it's great to see you, and that was that. So, is that supposed to be thrilling?"
It is nearly mid day, Julia checks the time and her her telephone. She doesn't know exactly, where the week will be spent, it could be Hawaii, but it could also be the Island. One looks her a few minutes more, 1,83m are not to be overlooked. The people at the flea market turn around again, as Julia walks by, and look as though they are thinking: I'm sure I've seen her somewhere before."
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Sorry for all the mistakes I probably made, but I hope it makes sense all the same