^^^ Frankly, Cindy was never a model of the Christy/Yasmeen/Naomi calibre in her versatility even at her prime. She lost the vitality of youth, she never possessed that brandy of magic that the best of the Supers effortlessly radiated. She was— and is still, a beautiful woman. She's like another version of Christie Brinkley/Cheryl Tiegs/Kathy Ireland: Commercially beautiful but not ideally high fashion. I remember the hysteria around her when I was little and she did her mall appearances, and the masses came out for her— not fashion types. Seeing her walk for someone as big as Armani back in the early-90s still seemed off; I’d imagine it would be like seeing Christie Brinkley walk for YSL back in the 70s: Too commercial for even these high profile brands.
And she’s never improved as a model— unlike someone like Carmen Dell’Orefice, who only got better and better as she got older. But back then, Cindy had the advantage of Greats from Avedon to Herb, shooting her. These days, it’s this guy, whom but for his father’s name, would be shooting products for mid-range department store flyers. That, and the weird retouching that seems to have stripped off any warmth she may still have when posing. The weird eye are absolutely a result of this subpar retouching that’s zapped any dimensions she may still have (… and the surgery wouldn’t help either…). She can’t carry an image where she’s the sole subject. She works much better with a co-star— like the horse, and surrounded by a nice setting. This shoot is admittedly decent, and at least not as forgettable as I'd anticipated given who’s shooting.