We begin with a word of wisdom:
To be a good model isn’t really about good looks. It’s about work ethic. A lot of people aren’t really that pretty, but they’ve got something, maybe a good personality an indefinable something.
Daphne Selfe, born in 1928, wasn’t overly impressed with herself as a model when she started in the 1950s: “I wasn’t anything very special I was a big, horsey girl but I managed to earn my living modelling.”
She went into semi-retirement shortly thereafter, to raise her three children. After her husband died in 1997, she took an assignment from trendy British label Red or Dead. This led to an appearance in Vogue, in a feature on older models, and the offer of a contract with major London modeling agency Models 1. She’s scarcely slowed down since.
Still working the cleavage at eighty-six. She can’t wear heels anymore, though. And she can’t abide the thought of facelifts: “I haven’t had anything done,” she says, “because your entire history is in your face.”