I was sorting through a box of papers and photos and came across this stunning picture of me, taken on the Greek island of Hydra, a long time ago. For some weird reason, a group of paparazzi followed me all over the island and finally found me at my hotel. They had taken a lot of photos of me, thinking I was a celebrity (???). I never quite figured out who the hell they thought I was. When I bitched at them for taking photos without my permission, they gave me the pictures, some of which were really good and if I find the rest, I might post them here.
This whole episode was mostly notable because it was one of the rare times I was flat chested enough to wear Givenchy couture, which I adored back in the day (you have to give up dreams of looking like Audrey Hepburn when you land up 5'4" and a minimum of a double D bra size). Oh well.