Description: The Face That Changed It All by Beverly Johnson, Allison Samuels, André Leon Talley A New York Times bestseller, this revelatory and redemptive memoir from Beverly Johnson, the first black supermodel to grace the cover of Vogue--and who, over five hundred magazine covers later, remains one of the most successful glamour girls of all time--goes behind the lens and glossy magazine covers. Growing up a studious, bookish child during the socially conscious, racially charged 60s, Beverly Johnson never imagined that she would irrevocably change modern fashion by becoming the first black cover model of American Vogue in 1974. What followed has been a successful, multifaceted, and inspiring career in modeling. In The Face That Changed It All, Beverly Johnson brings her own passionate and deeply honest voice to the page to chronicle the highs, lows, and everything in between of her career. In this "revealing, even harrowing" (USA TODAY) memoir, with glamorous tales about the hard partying of the 1970s and Hollywood during the 80, Johnson details her many encounters and fascinating friendships with Jackie Kennedy, Calvin Klein, Andy Warhol, Elizabeth Taylor, Michael Jackson, Jack Nicholson, Keith Richards, and Warren Beatty. "Refreshingly brave and tough-minded in her self-assessment" (Variety), Johnson reveals the demons she wrestled with over the course of her storied career. She brings us into the heart of her struggles with racism, drug addiction, divorce, and a prolonged child custody battle over her daughter that tested her fortitude and sanity. She shares for the first time intimate details surrounding her love affair with the late tennis icon Arthur Ashe, pays homage to her mentor, the late Naomi Sims, while lifting the veil off the complicated, catty, and often times tense relationships between models during her fashion heyday. Featuring gorgeous, never-before-seen photos from Johnsons childhood and modeling days, The Face That Changed It All gives a no-holds-barred look at the lives of the rich, fabulous, and famous. It is also a story of failure and success in the upper echelons of the fashion world, and how Beverly Johnson emerged from her struggles smarter, happier, and stronger than ever. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Author Biography Beverly Johnson is an American model, actress, and businesswoman. She made history when she rose to fame as the first black model to appear on the cover of American Vogue in August 1974. She starred in the OWN reality show Beverlys Full House in 2012 and was named one of the twentieth centurys most influential people in fashion by The New York Times. Review "A touching, warts-and-all autobiography in which Beverly recounts not only her considerable professional achievements but also reveals the litany of challenges shes had to surmount in her personal life... The real reason to peruse this moving memoir is the revered icons riveting account of her rise, fall and ultimate redemption."-- "New York Weekly News""Beverly Johnson is a gifted story-teller in chronicling a tumultuous time and is also refreshingly brave and tough-minded in her self-assessment."--Peter Bart "Editor at Large, Variety""Entertaining... The reward for readers is an intimate look at the world of modeling and the grit and glamour of the 1970s and 80s... Ends on a note of personal growth."-- "Publishers Weekly""Filled with titillating tidbits from the commingled worlds of fashion, entertainment, and politics, Johnsons open and honest memoir reveals a woman of daring and determination."-- "Booklist""Her memoir can be a fun ride, giving readers a glimpse into the glamour and hedonism of Manhattan and Hollywood in a bygone era, from her dalliances with legendary lotharios... to her romances.... Johnsons memoir has moments that are revealing, even harrowing..."-- "USA Today""Regardless of your profession or what you think you know about the celebrity life, this book is definitely well worth your time. It allows you to see the woman in her totality: flaws and all, and will motivate you to not just be your best but to bring your best to everything you do."-- "Examiner.com" Review Quote "Regardless of your profession or what you think you know about the celebrity life, this book is definitely well worth your time. It allows you to see the woman in her totality: flaws and all, and will motivate you to not just be your best but to bring your best to everything you do." Excerpt from Book The Face That Changed It All CHAPTER 1 Whos That Girl? I never really thought I was pretty. Not that I gave my looks much thought at all while growing up in Buffalo, New York. Lets be clear: There were more than a few attractive people residing in the Johnson family household. We can start with my mother, Gloria, then move on to my two gorgeous sisters, Joanne and Sheilah; but not me. Never me. So how exactly I ended up being the one with a coveted invitation to spend an evening at the home of designer Roy Halston Frowick for one of his legendary gatherings on this particular day was a true mystery. Though my sisters Joanne and Sheilah were the girls every guy in our neighborhood drooled over at first sight during my childhood, I was the Johnson girl who later moved to New York to model for major magazines. No one saw that coming, least of all me. It was August 1973, the height of Halstons glory days on Madison Avenue, and there I was standing on West Sixty-Third Street, trying my best to figure out where exactly I was going. It was the hottest summer afternoon I could remember in New York City, and the heat wasnt doing my perfectly layered makeup any favors. I hurried down the street, in heels of course, trying to read the house numbers. It seemed like the suns powerful rays were the universes way of punishing me for jumping out of the cab before I had my bearings. Even though I was still in my early twenties, my life had already become an endless blur of appointments, interviews, and meetings. My likeness had already begun to appear on a bevy of magazine covers and in advertisements, but I was just learning how to navigate the peaks and valleys of what that exposure really meant for me. Since this wasnt quite the adult life I had envisioned for myself while growing up, I was still adjusting to the madness of running from one photo shoot or fashion fitting to another. The sheer weight of the logistics could easily frazzle anyones nerves on any given day. If that werent enough, I was also encountering some self-inflicted personal drama in the form of an ex-husband who refused to comprehend the true meaning of "ex." Many days I found myself just trying to keep my head above water. Dont get me wrong, I loved the life I was living, but I wasnt always prepared for the nonstop demands and pressures it presented. Somehow I had gotten on a fast-moving roller-coaster ride, and I wasnt at the controls. Still, even with all that background noise in my head, I couldnt afford to be out of sorts that afternoon. I had to appear flawless when I entered Halstons party, and flawless is what I was determined to be. There could be no clothing mishaps, and no evidence that my perfectly applied makeup had encountered that sweltering New York City day. While I was enjoying a booming career in the world of high fashion at that time, I knew I had really arrived when I received an invite to a dinner party at the home of one of the worlds most prominent designers. Halston was by far the most celebrated and influential designer of the seventies, and I loved him something fierce. Everyone did. Halston--one name was all he needed--emerged as the first billion-dollar fashion designer in the world of haute couture and single-handedly developed the blueprint for the likes of Oscar, Ralph, Calvin, and Diane to become household names the world over. Until Halston appeared on the scene, most of the highly respected, famed, and grand design houses were located in Europe, in either Paris or Milan. Halston would change that the day he created a pillbox hat for Jacqueline Kennedy to wear as she watched her husband take the oath of office of the President of the United States in 1961. After that major coup, Halstons designs routinely graced the bodies of some of the worlds most stylishly stunning women. Fabulous ladies such as Lauren Hutton, Princess Grace of Monaco, Ali MacGraw, Bianca Jagger, Liza Minnelli, and Lauren Bacall were photographed regularly in his couture designs. Then of course there was me. Id always been fascinated by each and every aspect of the fashion industry, and Halston was the first to take my call when I yearned to learn even more. He agreed to put me in his runway show at a time when well-known print models, which I was at the time, rarely did such a thing. Runway modeling was considered a few steps beneath print during the sixties and early seventies. But that did little to discourage me from wanting to be on the runway. As far as I was concerned, a rule wasnt a rule until somebody had the gall to break it. Thankfully, Halston was happy to oblige me. Early one week in 1973, I strolled along in his show wearing several of his slinky halter-neck dresses and wide-legged jersey trousers. I loved every minute of it! Despite my initial terror of sashaying around a room filled with potential buyers and New York socialites, my first foray into the world of runway modeling had been as seamless as one of Halstons pricey cashmere designs. Simply put, I nailed it! After the show on a Tuesday, Halston casually mentioned a little dinner party at his home that Friday and suggested I stop by. Stop by? Of course I would stop by! Yes, I had a modeling assignment for Glamour magazine on the island of Saint Martin the day following the show, Wednesday, and wouldnt be returning until Friday afternoon. But a little thing like being out of the country wasnt going to prevent me from accepting one of the most desired invitations in town. Halston was the king of the New York social scene, and his parties were as legendary for their ambience and fine dining as they were for their cachet and megastar power. Halston personified everything that made the crazy seventies the decade many people wish they had been part of. It was a sparkling new age that seemed to belong exclusively to the young, or at the very least the young at heart. The baby boomers of today were actually teenagers back then, which means those years were all about exploration and experimentation. Sex, drugs, and rock and roll ruled the day, every day. But it was also a decade in which people searched for their identity and for truth, including me. Halston embodied all of that complicated seventies angst in his talent, in his style, and in the manic way in which he lived his public and private life. And I wanted to be in the middle of it all. But first I had to get to his party. The actual logistics were complicated. The dinner began at 7:00 p.m., and my plane didnt land back in New York at JFK until 4:00 p.m. If youve ever tried to get from JFK airport to Manhattan at that time of day, you know what a nightmare it can be. There was a fifty-fifty chance Id make it on time, but nothing was going to stop me from trying. I was in luck--my cabdriver seemed to think he was driving in the Indy 500, and though I kept thinking that I really would rather not succumb to the flames of a fiery car accident just to get to a party--not even Halstons--we somehow made it to my apartment safely and in good time. Which was good, because the party was sure to make the top of Liz Smiths celebrity gossip column in the New York Daily News the next day. After debating half an hour what to wear to my first big-city party, I chose a long black jersey cape over a matching long black dress. But it wasnt a Halston, even though I had a closet half-filled with his designs. (Note to self: You really should wear the design of the designer to his dinner party.) Those days were long before the era of personal makeup artists arriving at your house before an event. That night I had to do my own, and I think I did a pretty jam-up job, if I do say so myself. My hair was pulled back in its usual neat bun and my silhouette was chic, slim, and sleek. Once I was ready, I grabbed yet another cab and raced from my West Forty-Eighth Street apartment to the Upper West Side soiree. Fortunately, I found that my "face" had stood up well against the smoldering August heat, as I finally found the famed 101 West Sixty-Third Street address. I arrived looking exactly like the version of Beverly Johnson most expected to see out and about in the big city. I entered the designers glass-fa Details ISBN1476774439 Author André Leon Talley Short Title The Face That Changed It All Pages 256 Publisher Atria Books Language English Year 2017 ISBN-10 1476774439 ISBN-13 9781476774435 Format Paperback Publication Date 2017-08-29 Imprint Atria Books Subtitle A Memoir Illustrations Illustrations, unspecified DEWEY 746.92092 Audience General UK Release Date 2017-08-29 We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:129561550;
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