GIA CARANGI AND Sandy Linter 'You Know Where You Stand, Then You Know Where to Land and If You Fall It Won’t Matter, Cuz You’ll Know That You’re Right'
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"When the Pawn Hits the Conflicts He Thinks like a King What He Knows Throws the Blows When He Goes to the Fight and He’ll Win the Whole Thing ‘fore He Enters the Ring There’s No Body to Batter When Your Mind Is Your Might so When You Go Solo, You Hold Your Own Hand and Remember That Depth Is the Greatest of Heights and If You Know Where You Stand, Then You Know Where to Land and If You Fall It Won’t Matter, Cuz You’ll Know That You’re Right"
GIA CARANGI
Sandy Linter
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Clouded By Illusions: The Beauty Of Gia Carangi
Life and death
energy and peace
if I stopped today
it was fun.
Even the terrible pains that have burned me and scarred
my soul it was worth it for having been allowed to
walked where I’ve walked. Which was to hell on earth
heaven on earth, back again, into, under, far in between
and above it.
– Gia Carangi (1986)
The death of supermodel Gia Carangi went
unreported by the press. Five days later, her funeral was a quiet
affair, attended only by her immediate family, with a closed casket
recommended for the woman whose exquisite face and fabulous figure had
once stunned the fashion world. None of the photographers who had
clamoured to capture her, or the fashionistas who excitedly watched her
strut down a catwalk were there, or even knew she had died. She was
certainly not the first young woman destroyed by the glamorous but
notoriously fickle modelling industry, but as one fashion insider later
remarked, ‘There
were a lot of girls who were victims of those times — the night life,
Studio 54, dancing, having fun. There were girls who took a lot of coke
and destroyed their beauty, but I don’t think Gia was one of those. I
think she was a victim of herself.’
Born in Philadelphia on 29th
January 1960, Gia’s early life had been wrought by the unhappy marriage
of her parents, Joseph Carangi, an Italian restaurateur and his wife
Kathleen, who was of Welsh and Irish descent. Gia was their youngest
child of three and their only daughter, although Joseph also had a son
from a previous marriage. In 1971, Kathleen left the family home for
good and later remarried, seeing her children at fairly irregular
intervals much to the distress of her daughter, who was never able to
overcome her sense of abandonment, as a friend recalled, ‘The one person Gia always wanted something from was her mother – and she just never felt like she got it.’
As well as her mother’s departure, Gia eventually revealed that she had
been molested at the age of five, an experience that left her
traumatised.
After being discovered by a local
photographer whilst working in one of her father’s restaurants, Gia
appeared in several advertisements in Philadelphia before moving to New
York in 1978. Gia was signed by Wilhelmina Models straight away, with
the agency’s owner Wilhelmina Cooper, who would become her mentor,
enraptured by her ‘fantastically pliable face.’ One of Gia’s first assignments was for Vogue with the photographer Chris von Wangenheim in October 1978.
On that shoot, Gia met make-up artist
Sandy Linter, a striking blonde woman in her late 20s, who had already
made a name for herself as one of New York’s top make-up artists. Gia’s
instant attraction to Linter was only intensified after the two agreed
to pose nude for von Wangenheim that same day. It has often been
suggested that Linter was Gia’s great love, and Linter, who has since
identified herself as heterosexual, would experience a complicated and
emotional relationship with Gia, remembering how, ‘She sent flowers to me, and she really sort of courted me, which I thought was adorable.’
Gia on the other hand, had never been in
any doubt about her sexual preference for women. Since her early teens,
she had been open about her sexuality, something many friends and
classmates spoke about to Gia’s biographer Stephen Fried, with one
recalling that ‘Gia was the purest lesbian I ever met. It was the
clearest thing about her. She was sending girls flowers when she was
thirteen,’ and how ‘Gia just loved women and she fell for them whether they were gay or not.’ As
Fried discovered, Gia’s first female lover, was a petite blonde named
Sharon Beverly, whom she met at DCA, a gay club in Philadelphia,
although like Linter, Beverly was exclusively heterosexual by the time
Fried interviewed her. Gia wrote about the breakdown of the relationship
in her journal,‘ When she kisses me I feel all four winds blow at
my face/But now Sharon tell me what do you do with a woman who has no
love for you! my love for her shall never die for she opens my eyes/she
is my lost captive and no longer lies along my legs.’
Robert Hilton, a therapist who treated Gia also noted how she ‘had a desire for women that was so, in its essence, masculine,’ and that ‘Whenever
I would tap into what she was telling me in a session about her
sexuality, it was so much closer to the way that men talk about women.’ Polly Mellen sittings editor at American Vogue who worked alongside Gia recollected, ‘She
was sexually very aggressive. You couldn’t room her with another female
model. If you did, she made advances and the other models would come
and speak with me. You had to keep her away from other beautiful girls
and you had to watch her carefully if she went out at night – if you
were going to see her the next day and not hear that she was laying in
another girl’s bed somewhere in the city.’ Mellen was also struck by Gia’s androgyny, which allowed her to ‘be the sexiest thing and still cross the line of boyishness.’ This quality was something Gia herself recognised, and attributed to the fact that, as a child she has been a tomboy because ‘I thought that if I was a boy, my father would love me.’
During the late 1970s, Gia’s career was
in the ascendant and she became one of the world’s most in-demand
models. But the new decade would bring about her shocking decline into
drug abuse, obscurity and an untimely death. In March 1980, Wilhelmina
Cooper died of lung cancer at only 40 years of age, leaving Gia
devastated as she wrote in her journal, ‘I don’t know what is
happening in my life, nothing seems or feels right to me. I want to live
so bad. But I’m so terribly sad. I wish Wilhelmina didn’t die. She was
so wonderful to talk to about work. I cry every day for a little while. I
wish I knew what to do … I pray that things fall into place.’
A drug user since her teens, Gia had
dabbled with marijuana and Quaaludes, with one observer remembering how
early in her career on a shoot in Mustique, a man had approached Gia,
raving about her beauty, to which she replied ‘If I look so fucking good why don’t you get me a joint?’ He
returned with one, which Gia proceeded to smoke in front of everyone.
However, to cope with the loss of Wilhemina, Gia’s drug use not only
increased, she also began using harder substances, her 1980 appointment
book featuring a misspelt note reminding her to ‘Get Herion.’ Gia’s
frequent visits to New York hot spots such as Studio 54 and The Mudd
Club, where drug use was common, only contributed to her growing
dependency.
By 1981, Gia had developed a full-blown
heroin addiction with her erratic behaviour severely affecting her
professional life, as hair stylist Harry King admitted, ‘She scared
me a little bit . . . There was something about her that made me feel
uneasy. I used to say . . . ‘She has a demon inside of her.’ In
March 1981, Chris von Wangenheim was killed in a road accident, leaving
Gia distraught and only weeks later she was arrested after a police
chase in which she was found to be driving under the influence of a
narcotic.
Gia had also begun a relationship with Elyssa Golden, a student and fellow drug user who said of their initial meeting, ‘I
almost passed out. She was wearing her usual outfit and had a Heineken
in her hand and I had never come into contact with anybody who was that
stereotypically homosexual.’ In the relationship, Elyssa claimed that Gia was
‘very old-fashioned. She was like an Italian guy from the old school.
I’d say Gia made me into a nice girl. I never knew what love was or good
sex was. We lived together in a husband-and-wife type of thing. I was
the wife, she was the dominant one, although sometimes she was just like
a child.’ Like Linter and others who knew her, Elyssa remembered how Gia embraced her sexuality and that ‘She liked being gay. She loved women and cars, that’s what she told me. ‘Blondes,’ she would say, ‘I love blondes.’ Although
swamped by the attentions of Italian aristocrats, rock stars and famous
actors, all Gia wanted was a woman who genuinely loved her, with ‘a nice hot body and some big lips. Forget everything else.’
After several unsuccessful attempts to
quit drugs, Gia left New York in early 1982 and entered into a 21-day
detox programme in Philadelphia where she limited contact with both her
mother and Elyssa. Though her drug use had negatively affected her
career, Gia’s magnetic sexuality and outstanding images meant that New
York’s fashion set were prepared to give her another chance. However,
back in the city, the temptations were too great; she soon resumed her
heroin habit and was dropped by Elite only three weeks after signing
with the agency. In April 1982, Gia made her last appearance on a
magazine cover when she was photographed by Francesco Scavullo for Cosmopolitan.
Scavullo had been supportive of Gia since he first worked with her in
the late 1970s and used his influence in the hope of kick-starting her
comeback, for he believed ‘There’s only been maybe 3 girls in my
whole career that have walked into my studio and I went ‘wow’. Gia was
the last who came in here and I said ‘wow.’
for YankaMarie Duarte-Warren, who used to like different stuff too, like me and you do, and thankfully hasn't doesn't, at least, right now now, but still does things way better, it would be impertinent to say something sincere and earnest about something positive and pronounced as what and how she does what she does now, because she can't do what she did anymore (and that's just the easy part):
God Love Brazil!
Michael Jackson went strolling around the worst favella in Brazil at 4 AM (with 50 bodyguards); you won't be dancin' with the man in the mirror...anyway.
thanks, Yanka, for the positivity injection cut with pure inspiration, which led to my reposting the sad, sexy, ultimately self-soothing, unfortunately, not soon or necessary enough ending in Gia's untimely death and strange but seemingly fitting continuing beauty/fierce smize.
if you can get there, story of tragic, supermodel, drug addict, GiaRIP, and her still very-much alive lover, Sandy; and should you be inspired, watch the truly scary portrayal of Gia by none other than a very young Angelina Jolie, which if you are wearing any by then, will scare the pants off of you with a little shot of Angie and what Brad's dealing with every day of his life for the next 20 years. Jon Voigt is barely able to be a Republican asshole anymore, she traumatized him just enough to vote for you know who...and for the art project.
And if you are obeying curfew or with a roommate and also liked my SEO, and have a brain which is good at taking form and subbing something for your own usefulness in its place, thereby keeping form, as close as it works for you, but inventing the thing which makes you, you, using it for your own purpose, and giving it to some clueless person who thinks SEO is Sex England Oxford.
Now go use my search hack even if you hate something more prolifically soul-killing than Pinterest
[(for example, I have been known to search for a song with the minus dash firmly in front and therefore negating any possibility of me not receiving that result e.g., "johnny dang" -rap)].
[I'm assuming those Facebook Search Results will all be family photos or family Picnics in the greater DFW area, with less bling and more Basil, less flossin' and more flossing].
(up there somewhere)...for crowding up your results page, here's all you do: copy and paste this one space away from the last quoted name or phrase like this, or just search this verbatim, save it to your bookmarks, and when you need to do a search on something else, replace the two beautiful lesbians with whatever it is you find more interesting. BTW, this search is from Google Images. It works even more surgically on the main Google's search results, although there aren't as many Pinterest hits there; however, you're right, you can substitute any offending site for the exact place where 'pinterest' is placed (1 space behind the last quotation mark and one small dash (minus) with no space after and attached to the word or site you really don't want to see.
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