It's All Greek To Me

Faithful readers of this blog may recall my younger sister's AnnTaylor modeling racket.

If you don't remember the details of it, click here.


Sadly, the lovely Rebekah's glamour girl gig has hit a snag. It pains me to report to everyone that her AnnTaylor catalog career has been temporarily derailed.

It's a horrible waste of talent, poise, and beauty. And everybody harbors their own theories as to what happened to her.

The truth is, a member of the paparazzi surreptitiously snapped grainy cellphone photos of Rebekah going all 'Kate Moss' at the olive bar at Central Market, wantonly stuffing her face into every one of the store's 18 olive bins.

(most fashion supermodels are predisposed to snort mass quantities of high-grade Bolivian cocaine; Rebekah evidently is just too Greek for all that jive. Instead, she is strung out on olives- pitted or unpitted, stuffed or hollow, it doesn't matter. She lives for olives).

The tabloids ran with it; no questions asked. And can you really blame them: An almost-famous sweater model is busted with her mouth full of olives and her hands drenched in vinegar... wouldn't you publish those pictures?!

Now, the folks at Ann Taylor have no choice but to begin rolling out the ads for their new store concept: Ann Taylor Crib. Obviously, Rebekah had no place in this new ad campaign; the olive debacle only hastened her departure. Instead, Ann Taylor executives are banking on The Baby Rachel to return them to prominence. Here's her first demo shoot:

While The Baby Rachel has so much upside, one cannot help but think of Rebekah, and what might have been. So talented... so pretty.... so Mediterranean... I just hope she makes her way back to the Big Time. I mean, one minute she's modeling cashmere turtlenecks for Ann Taylor, and the next minute she's working the parrot display at Tiny Paws Pet Store in Corpus Christi, Texas:

Pray for her...