Quotes from Paulina Porizkova

When you have used your beauty to get around, it's like having extra cash in your back pocket. I was so used to walking down the street and having the young guys passing by at least give me a flicker of a look. But once you're over 40, you become invisible. You're a brick in the building, and it's sad.

I think every model has times when they get obnoxious and crazy. You all of a sudden realize you are young and beautiful and you have money, and you just kind of go nutty for awhile.

I've always hated modeling. It's superficial and fake, and I hate to have to care about what I look like. I get a pimple and freak. The whole business is all about selling beautiful girls' faces and bodies, so how can there be anything intelligent or nice about that except for the girl who makes money?

Fame is an interesting phenomenon.

I wash my hair once a week. If it gets stinky in between, I just dry-shampoo it.

Nothing ages as poorly as a beautiful woman's ego.

If you have really pretty skin, then you can pretty much stick on mascara and a lip cream and look great.

The real bummer of fame is that at some point you're bound to get demoted.

My name is Paulina Porizkova, and I am a feminist.

After I finished working for Estee Lauder, I stopped being a professional model. I decided to never again advertise something that I don't actually use. I only sign up for things that I truly believe in.

From Kevyn Aucoin, I learned about the power of eyebrows. He was an eyebrow freak, and rightly so because there's nothing in your face that changes you more. You can quite visibly lift your eye with a higher-placed eyebrow, or if you thicken or thin it.

My boyfriend thinks I lost my true calling to be a librarian.

Christy Turlington, Naomi Campbell, and Linda Evangelista - those models got bunched together. I was always asked to be bunched in there, but I didn't want to be part of the herd. The only one I really had a problem with, though, was Naomi.

Now, I don't actually know the exact cut-off age where beautiful ceases and 'must have-once-been-beautiful' begins. It's true it's not forty-five. I can still get attention when I try really hard, even if it's greatly reduced.

I have now spent over a year trying to figure where in the workplace I belong.

Beauty can get a woman what she wants: love and money. But when beauty leaves you, so can the things it brought.

I remember when I first started modeling, and I would read interviews with people. Then I would see them, and they would always say something entirely different to a crowd of people than they would say privately. I always found that really offensive.

People want you to be beautiful and shut up. When I paint or play music, they'd rather not know about that.

I'm doing modeling to stay alive. I don't enjoy my work. I don't find it creative. You don't need brains, and there are no heavy qualifications. All it takes is not to be shy and to dare to make a fool of yourself. But I shouldn't complain, because I am privileged enough to be overpaid.

I used to think the word 'feminist' reeked of insecurity. A woman who needed to state that she was equal to a man might as well be shouting that she was smart or brave. If you were, you wouldn't need to say it.

I will continue to be intelligent, I vowed, no matter how beautiful I become.

I'm a trash can. I eat whatever makes me happy.

I'm definitely a narcissist, and TV is fabulous for narcissists.

When I model I pretty much go blank. You can't think too much or it doesn't work.