SALAD DAYS
Dec 07, 2018
3 minutes
by david smiedt
Modern tales of the discovery of beauty are so predictably twee and naff. The latest doe-eyed ingenue just happened to be slinging mango tangos at Just Juice in Westfield when some assistant from a modelling agency that thinks its name is far cleverer than it is caught a glimpse of something special. Which was later confirmed by a swimsuit photoshoot they Instagrammed the shit out of. It’s all as pedestrian as the shopping mall where the next signee happens to work.
Now try this for a backstory. It’s 1945 and Paris has been liberated
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