Beauty, Disrupted by Carre Otis

Author:Carre Otis
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2011-11-07T21:28:09+00:00

Back in Los Angeles, I found a little tree house of a place up in Laurel Canyon. It was well off the beaten path. And it was all mine. I had gathered my belongings from the loft and set up camp. It was the perfect place to get my feet back under me and to heal. One room was dedicated to my Buddhist practice again; that was also something I’d had to give up under Mickey’s roof.

Slowly, I began to work again: Blumarine with Albert Watson, Italian Vogue with Herb Ritts. Clients were reassured that Mickey was a thing of the past. And for the moment he was.

One day in late spring 1992, I got a call from Marie-Christine at the Look Model Agency in San Francisco. The makeup company Helena Rubinstein wanted to meet with me. They were interested in having me represent them.

“Do you realize, Carré, that this is what we’ve worked for? This is the big time!” Marie-Christine whooped over the phone.

Within days we were on a plane bound for Paris to meet with the Rubinstein CEO. It was an exciting trip, in such stark contrast to the struggles I had endured there years before. Now I was at the top of my game, resurrected and ready to work.

When I returned from what had been a successful meeting in Paris, it appeared that summer had arrived in Los Angeles, too. The May gloom had lifted, and the city streets were already sweltering. From my little house in the canyon, I could hear the coyotes howling in the night, reminding me of the wildness and unpredictability of the course I was on. Word had it that Mickey had accepted another boxing match in Tokyo. I read about him in the tabloids, and it seemed everyone I knew had news as to his whereabouts.

Word also had it that he was missing me. Profoundly. It tugged at my heartstrings, yet somehow I knew that he hadn’t changed. He couldn’t change. The man I’d been with was not a man I could be with going forward. Yet the longing remained. And as I began to hear more and more about him, that old homesickness returned. There was still a huge soft spot in my heart for him.

So I wasn’t really surprised to get a call from Bruce in early June.

“Yo, Otis! What’s up?” he asked.

I laughed hearing his voice. Bruce was a central part of Mickey’s boys’ club. I was happy to hear from him. Like hearing from a long-lost brother.

“Hey there! How are you?” I asked, smiling. I knew who was behind the call, and despite my reservations my heart raced, just as it had done the first time I’d been in close contact with Mickey. The rush of him, the adrenaline our relationship churned—it was unbeatable.

“All’s good. But forget about me. What about you?”

I played it cool. Played it happy. “I’m great, Bruce. Really, really good. Working and happy.” It was mostly true.

“Yeah? That’s fantastic.” I could feel him waiting, pausing.

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