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Lily Cole

Arbat Prestige Russia November 2007 by me
 
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Thanks for the new pics, everyone!
#4741 is so sweet:heart:
And the video's great!:woot: Thanks Mariemaud!:flower:
 
you're welcome, glad u like the vid ! :flower::heart:

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sekikawa-office
 
Love everything that's been posted on this page!
I think she definitely get A LOT better as she gets older..she's definitely growing into her looks..

Thanks!
 
Thank you so much for the ed mariemaud!:buzz::flower:
Lily looks so cute and young there:heart:
 
14 public figures a kept a diary for one week for The Guardian newspaper. Here is Lily's entry:

Lily Cole
Model

Sunday, September 16
Party at my big old loft in NYC. Clear up the debris, then fly to London. Economy (I'm paying). I sleep awkwardly most of the way and read The Hunchback Of Notre Dame. Curled up in the corner seat, I feel more Quasimodo than Esmeralda.

Monday
Straight to Conran show, make-up, hair up, and me down the catwalk. Do a fitting, fall asleep in the bath. Have a drink with a friend and crawl home at 8.30pm. Get into bed fully dressed for a nap only to be woken by my mum 13 hours later (thank God for mums!) to run to Paul Smith show.

Tuesday
Wear my Potter glasses and walk that walk. Head to Isabella Blow's memorial - a beautiful, poignant service. Another fitting and a massage. Aaah. Run home for a cup of tea with my family, then to V&A launch for Golden Age Of Couture exhibition.

Wednesday
Holistic Lily day. Osteopathy. Mortgage broker meeting (not so holistic). Acupuncture.

Thursday
Brekkie with Mum. Wander Islington with an Irish man playing with accents. Pick up Indian visa and pack my bags. Off to Naomi's charity show. Mayhem backstage. Faye Dunaway, Rio Ferdinand, David Furnish and Christian Slater amble with the models... Designer dresses and jewels pull the randomness and chaos together somehow. Quiet dinner, then we join the party circus; arrive late at Stella McCartney's, everyone has left, but it means we get to run around, dance and play crazy golf. Swing by Cipriani, then to Sadie's (Frost French) party. Last stop is Bungalow 8: too much for me, I've a plane in the morning, so homeward bound.

Friday
Arrive into the hot, sticky air of Delhi. Absorbed in my crackberry, I hardly notice I am in India. At the hotel I balance my laptop on the toilet and watch Jean-Luc Godard's Breathless from the bath. Dream of cutting my hair off.

Saturday
Order breakfast in bed and listen to Björk: heaven. At lunchtime I fly to Jodhpur. There's a big fashion show. Jodhpur palace as it's never been seen before: 30 girls march across the steps in a mixture of European and Indian designers. Juergen Teller and I escape for a walk and discover an abandoned palace garage. I climb the wall and Juergen takes a couple of shots. I don't notice the bruises until next morning.

Sunday
Have a swim. An Indian boy wanders by and cheekily asks me my name. I smile and pretend not to hear. Final moments filled with stress: hotel f*cks up booking, airport queues are crazy long, and a dose of hardcore reality as poverty taps at my window... a hunchback; has the week gone full circle?
 

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