Paulina Porizkova

The party started a day early and aboard the Air Austria flight. We were all headed to Vienna for the twentieth Life Ball, Europe's biggest charity event raising money for people with HIV and AIDS.

In the front cabin, Antonio Banderas was charming the crowds with his exquisite manners, the...

I felt guilty. I felt unnatural. I felt ashamed. Finally, I broke down and confessed my dirty little secret to a girlfriend and found that she not only knew what I was talking about, but she was doing it, too. And the more I opened up about it, the more...

Yesterday, a lovely woman obliged me by telling me she followed, and loved, my blogs. "But I wasn't sure, from the blogs, what sort of a person you were. You sounded a little sad, a little bitter..." She shrugged.

Bitter? Sad? MOI? I think I actually gasped in horror. All...

I realize the last thing anyone wants to hear from a former supermodel is political commentary. Having been a guest on Parker/Spitzer twice and noting the speed with which my comments sunk, I can't help but understand this is not my element. But likewise, bombarded by political commercials and information,...

Old age is the revenge of the ugly ones is a French proverb; one that I first heard at the very advanced age of 15 upon my arrival in Paris. I had spent five years in the ugly bin at school in Sweden, and had only recently been upgraded to...

Beauty is a gift, bestowed at random on an unsuspecting individual, usually at birth. But unlike those other gifts also allotted at birth: talent, strength, wit or intelligence --which you have to cultivate to fully develop before you reap rewards-- beauty is instant. Just add water, and boom, you can...

I have now spent over a year trying to figure where in the workplace I belong. It seems there is scant need for once-attractive, now-aging women with no other credits. To compound the problem, the fact that I was once famous makes it really hard on my ego to go...

Kate Hudson has gotten implants. Allegedly. This news headed straight to my heart from the lips of Wendy Williams who got it from some gossip rag. My coffee was getting cold while I, heartbroken, sadly gazed at the before and after pictures of Kate Hudson on the screen. The before:...

At Wednesday's amfAR gala, the creme de la creme of celebrities showed up despite the snowstorm. On the red carpet I was following Fergie, the former Duchess of Windsor (not from the Black Eye Peas), and preceded Julianna Margulies. Fergie and I chatted for a second while Rolling Stone interviewed...

There was no Valentine's Day in the Czech Republic, nor in Sweden where I grew up. Coming into it as I did in the '80s in New York City, all I could see were store windows overflowing with cheap pink and red merchandise for which there wasn't all that much...

The scene backstage is hectic, hot, anticipatory, and a mess. Male models' clothing racks are intermingled with the female ones, everyone is undressing right here, bare feet on industrial gray carpet. Music, or rather the beat of the music, thumps through a heavy black curtain that separates us from lights...

I admit that thanks to a career choice that required not much more than showing up with clean hair and shaved legs, I have a bit of an inferiority complex in the education department. Or in plain speak: I feel the need to constantly prove I'm not some dumb model....

I never actually heard the words made famous by a certain man on a certain TV show. Instead I got a lot of harrumphing and vague "I-got-some-bad-news" mumbling. Over the phone. The night before my 44th birthday.

When I was fired from "America's Next Top Model" this past...