Then, when I got back to New York, a friend of a friend claimed that she knew a guy who lived in her building. As the story goes, the model pursued him and not vice versa. Then when the poor sod got his chance he was so intimidated by her his Mr. Happy was inoperable. (This, of course, was in the pre-Viagra days.)
Other supermodel gossip from the '90s-I did overhear some very jaded New York publishing hipsters talk about a certain skinny British model being zonked out on heroin at a party, circa 95-96. Don't think she's into that nowadays, not so sure about her current (recent?) thieving rock star boyfriend..