Thank God for little miracles, right?
I was going to get the Carolyn Bessette story out of her one way or another.
I too have my own demons, and I have struggled. I've made my own mistakes, and I'm not proud of them.
The people on Baywatch were about as nice a group of people as I had ever worked with.
A father's disappointment can be a very powerful tool.
I guess that's what I was: a set of abs. And they lit the abs and shot the abs and sent the abs on their way. The photographer didn't look at my face once. I was humiliated.
I wasn't even 20 at the time, but it taught me something about drugs. They can take a good man, a warm, funny, loving family man, and turn him into a loser and worse.
By the time I was 8 years old, sports had pretty much taken over my life.
I began to believe the fairy tales: You know, how we're all out there looking for our magical missing half.
I didn't know a damn thing about style.
I spent two weeks prancing around a studio in Queens in my underwear with nine other guys. They were long days. But what the hell, it was Calvin Klein.
What was it about Carolyn that made her so cautious about revealing herself?
It struck me that what I'd heard about certain celebrities was true: they had It, whatever the hell It was. Star power isn't a myth; it is tangible and forceful.
I wanted to grow up to be just like my father.
We live in a kissy society.
New York is tough on lonely people.
I'd been around women who put me down, made me feel bad, or said things to fuel my insecurity.
I like parties, but I'm shy, and I often find myself standing around, feeling awkward.
Calvin had finally taken a look at the ET tape, and he had reacted just as she had expected he would. He loved it; he loved me. Suddenly he was thinking of me for everything: underwear, jeans, suits, even the Escape fragrance campaign.
I'd gone to Manhattan to become a model.
