I am 60 years old, and for me, life has never been better. I’ve been working as a model since I was 49, an age at which most models have long abandoned their careers.
Ten years ago, about the time I was “discovered” as a model, I was just closing a career in the fashion and beauty industry as a makeup artist, working around the world with the celebrities of the time.
I worked with a lot of famous fashion models. But it never occurred to me that I could end up modeling myself. When I was younger, I would have been way too self-conscious to even consider it.
It may seem strange that I gained self-confidence and comfort about my appearance as I aged, but that’s just another one of those positive things about aging no one ever seems to hear about.
Today, I’m still modeling (you’ve probably seen me in ads for Oil of Olay and J. Jill catalogs, among other things). I live in a big, old Dutch Victorian overlooking the Hudson River north of New York City. I have two grown children living near me in New York City, and a wonderful, diverse circle of friends.
I have had many and varied interests throughout my life. However, nothing on this planet is more compelling to me than my fellow man.