QUEEN OF THE CATWALK
IT’S ONE of the perks of the job. Having been in the fashion business for more than three decades, Naomi Campbell has got to try out just about every health and beauty product available – but there’s just one she absolutely swears by.
“Dettol!” the British supermodel exclaims down the phone from New York in that unmistakable honey rasp.
They don’t know it in the Big Apple, she tuts, but “I grew up with Dettol. Dettol is part of my life!” She rewinds to her childhood in London. “When I came home from school, because I went to theatre arts school, I’d have to wash my leotard and ballet tights every day and hang them to dry. You know, that’s something I was raised with.”
I’m trying to join the dots in that dizzying trajectory from little Naomi, with her well-scrubbed leotards, to the icon we know now. She is, of course, one of the original supermodels, emerging in the late 1980s to offer a brand-new synergy
