I don't have a scanner but here is first half of the interview:
Lara Stone sits with bleached eyebrows lowered to eye level, cheeks sucked in and grunts in her direct Dutch drawl, "will you stop asking me questions about my t*ts?" "Oops sorry, but the world seems rather obsessed with them..."
Since Lara shot with Carine Roitfeld for French Vogue three years ago, the then unknown model - who had been working for some 10 years in the game (which marks her decidedly long in the gappy tooth by fashion standards), has turned the fashion world upside down thanks to her negative attitude, her imperfect teeth and those enormous, perfectly formed and magnificent breasts. They are a powerful force, cover stars in their own right, they could turn gay men straight, straight girls gay and hopefully mark a decided turn in the trend for skinny girls in favour of a more powerful female form, with a little meat hugging their elegant bones. Lara's shape is loud and proud, so get used to it. She is what men want to be with and what most women would want to look like, but ever since Riccardo Tisci paraded her down the catwalk to walk for Givenchy couture, debate has been fuelled by burning bras the world over, as to how, where, why and who exactly is this girl?
Born in the small village of Mierlo in the southern part of Holland, Lara was trouble with a capital T ever since she discovered her sexuality and hit puberty with a baseball bat and duly knocked out all the men in the local town, as she states rather matter of factly, "My mother tells me of when I was 10 or 11 and I would wear really tight, short skirts and crop tops. All the local men would wolf whistle and stop and stare, but I didn't realise why at the time." Whether fact or fiction is by the by, because such raw, wanton sexuality - dressed up or down - cannot be contained. She is Brigitte Bardot, Ursula Andress, a blonde Betty Blue era Beatrice Dalle and voluptuous '70s p*rn star wrapped up in one perfectly formed European package. She could've and should've been cast in early Paul Verhoeven films as the female counterpart to a rippling, blonde, thugged out Rutger Hauer. During her formative years, Lara's interest in boys was neatly surpassed by her interest in men. "The boys in school were all too young for me." She was drawn to older men, partly she says, due to her genetic makeup and family background, "My dad is 20 years older than my mum." Lara would date men of 10, 15, 20 (even 30?) years older, but she has never been interested in the idea of a sugar daddy, this is all about unabashed, unashamed, primal lust and pure basic instinct. "Why would I want older men for their money? I can afford to pay my own rent!"
It was on a family holiday in Paris where Lara was scouted with the promise of becoming a fashion model. "I was aged 13 or 14 in Paris on the subway and this woman who was married to one of the scouts in Paris asked me to be a model." This didn't faze or interest Lara. Such petty things as fashion and clothes hold little interest to her or her family, but she still entered a modelling competition and duly... lost. "Back in the day I was really skinny and really tall. So everyone would make fun of me, I had funny teeth and was way too tall, way too skinny."
Back home at school, the R's left grumpy old Lara somewhat bored and the devil will make work for idle hands to do. Her teachers would rally against her and upset her no end, which had the cause and effect of landing Lara in hot waters with the authorities. "I grew up in a little village, it was very boring, very small, a thousand people, I didn't get along with my teachers very well. Apparently, I was always causing trouble. I don't know what trouble I caused, it wasn't that bad. They had enough of me." Aged 16, she arrived at school only to be told to do an about turn and head on home. She had been expelled. "It wasn't one incident which led to my expulsion, more like a series of events, my teachers were rude to me, so I was rude back." She remains vague about the experience but insists it was nothing to do with fisticuffs; she is a lover, not a fighter. "I'm not a fighter. I'm not strong enough to fight."
The modelling continued and she upped sticks, left her large family and moved to Paris. Following a few years of being another jobbing, good looking girl on the modelling circuit, she switched agencies after a seven year itch and went for another casting, but this time at Givenchy, where Riccardo Tisci, (with his impeccable taste) clocked Lara and straight up speed dialled French Vogue Editor-in-Chief Carine Roitfeld, telling her of this fabulous new creature he had just discovered. "When I went to see Riccardo, he called Carine and said 'Oh my god you have to meet this girl', I met Carine, the next day we were working together and we've been working together ever since." The rest is fashion legend and history in the making. Together Lara and Carine have made some of the most potent, challenging and sexy fashion images known to man. "Carine is amazing, she's really nice, a little crazy but in a good way; she's always fun. She's definitely one of my favourite people to shoot with." During the shoot Carine bleached Lara's eyebrows, which remain a signature to this day. Even though she dyes her brows, she doesn't dye her hair. From that point on, Lara was walking 70 shows a season and shooting with the biggest photographers and stylists in the world, including Inez and Vinoodh, Terry Richardson, Mert and Marcus, Steven Meisel, Willy Vanderperre, Bruce Weber and of course, Alasdair McLellan for her i-D cover feature. "I loved shooting with Alasdair, he's such fun to work with."