Her father introduced her and her brother to photography while doing several stereoscopic photographs of her naked while teaching her the art of photography.
She almost stepped in front of a car in Manhattan, but was saved by Condé Nast, the publisher of vogue. This launched her modeling career and was one of the most popular models for a couple years.
Her modeling career was derailed when someone illegally used her picture to sell menstrual pads (oh the innocent roaring ‘20s of the twentieth century).
Fashion designers then hired her to design fashion since she was a good artist.
This lady needs a good book written about her life. It’s crazy and wonderful.
That is exactly the thing I homed in on before anything else. You would think that just by statistical probability the guy must have one single good trait somewhere in there, but nope. Garbage from the haircut on down.
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