Gia

At that time,

everybody was tall, thin and blond.

Everybody posed,

everybody gave you a look.

But Gia was different.

She was the first one who-

who moved.

They all try to do it now-

give you an attitude-

but she invented it.

She always followed her instincts...

no matter

where they took her.

It was probably the best

and the worst thing about her.

With Gia, it was always

about the sex-

every look, every move,

every minute.

Every day.

Sex.

They were jealous of her.

They still are.

That's why they say those things.

She would come on to everybody,

but it was really innocent.

I mean, nobody was ever

really offended by it.

I don't think it had anything

to do with sex.

Even when she was sleeping around,

sex was not the goal.

Sex wasn't really an issue.

Yeah, I knew about the drugs.

I was afraid of the drugs,

the way people used them.

It all just happened so fast.

You know, all of a sudden,

her face was just everywhere.

Every model has a moment-

I mean, the ones who make it at all.

And being of the moment

is everything in fashion.

Fashion is not art.

Fashion isn't even culture.

Fashion is advertising...

and advertising is money.

And for every dollar you earn,

someone has to pay.

Once upon a time,

once upon a time.

It was a fairy tale.

It was.

It was a fairy tale come true.

I had two boys, you know,

but boys you lose.

They go away, they marry other women.

They're gone.

A girl you have forever.

When Gia was born,

I said, "This one is mine.

- Look at you.

- All mine. "

Look at me.

Look at us.

Look how pretty we are.

Do I be- Do I be

the prettiest, prettiest girl?

You do.

You do be the prettiest. You do.

- Where the hell have you been?

- Out.

- Out? Out? Out where?

- Out.

Oh, Joe, don't start.

Don't tell me, "Don't start. "

Out where? Tell me where you've been.

- Joe, lower your voice.

- Don't tell me to lower my voice.

- The kids know you were out all night.

- Cut it out!

- Tell them where you've been.

- I'm not in the mood for this tonight.

Not in the mood, huh?

- Just leave me alone.

- Who were you with Kathleen?

- It's none of your business.

- Don't tell me that, you f***ing whore.

- Get out of the kitchen.

- Let me see. Did he f*** you?

- Where? Let me feel!

- Pig! Get your hands off!

- Who else has been in there besides me?

- Get your hands off of me, jerk.

- Who else, huh?

- You know how you make me feel?

- You make me wanna die. You know that?

- You wanna die? No!

You don't die until I tell you

you can die. Do you hear me?

That's when you die!

Here, take this and put it in the car.

I'll keep this one.

Once upon a time...

in a kingdom far, far away...

there lived a young girl...

whose hair was made of gold.

When the people

in the village saw her, they said...

"Oh, how beautiful she is. "

One cheese steak, one meat ball,

one salami provolone.

I'll be back by 4:00.

Try not to burn the place down.

- Gia, you're in charge.

- All right, boss.

Hey, get the food.

Go, come on, get outta here.

- Get the cash register.

- I'm in charge!

- Is your name Gia?

- Yeah.

- Got a light?

- Stop screwing around.

I've seen you a few times

around the neighborhood...

- and-

- Are you nervous?

Yeah.

Am I making you nervous?

Yeah.

Well, good,

'cause that's the idea.

- What's that?

- You scare the sh*t out of people...

and then they don't see

how scared you are.

Are you scared?

What's your name?

T.J. Tom Junior...

but T.J. is what they call me.

T.J. and Gia.

I like that. Come on.

- I'm leaving.

- Wait a minute. Where you going?

I'm in charge, and I'm leaving.

- Is that the Byrds?

- They're so cool.

Oh, wow.

Ooh, rock my world.

Seventy-five cents?

It's pretty. Pretty.

Very pretty.

Hello, ladies.

Can I have this?

Come on.

- Tattoo? You getting a tattoo now?

- Tattoos. Tattoo you.

No, tattoo you.

- I'm not getting a tattoo.

- Oh, come on. What?

Look at that hair.

It's fabulous.

You want a tattoo now?

She'd be a lot of fun.

Who are you looking at,

him or me?

Oh, I can't talk about the sex.

I mean, how would I know?

If you ask me,

she never really had sex with anybody.

But she did love to be photographed...

and people loved to take pictures of her

and do little things for her.

She hated being photographed.

You had to run after her

and tie her down.

Then you had to get past the clothes

and the stuff in her hair.

But she was special.

Let's go.

Coming, coming.

All right, let's go.

And they showed her

a beautiful house...

on the planet Mars.

And they said,

"Come and live here forever. "

And the young girl said...

"Oh, Mars is a planet

where life's different-

safe, clean and pretty. "

But- But how do you get there?

Where do you find a taxi?

Which bus do you take?

Right? And how do you know

you're there when you're there?

Philadelphia was not ready for this.

But New York was.

It was the right moment...

and being of the moment

is everything in fashion.

But of course,

the more you were of the moment...

the faster you become

of the past.

Okay, let's get this over with.

Just go in there

and try to be nice.

- Nice? Nice.

- Yeah.

Who knows?

Maybe they'll like you.

- You are a very likable girl.

- F*** you.

Hi.

I'm here to see Wilhelmina Cooper.

So's the rest of the world and the rest

of the world's way ahead of you, honey.

Take a seat.

I have an appointment.

Hold, please.

Of course you do.

G what?

Okay.

There. Gia.

Just f*** the rest of it. Call me Gia.

Do you think you can remember that,

honey?

Yeah? Cool.

Now tell the b*tch I'm here.

I've already seen the pictures, darling.

Maurice sent them.

I wanted to see the real thing.

Well, this is it.

It certainly is.

You practically gave

my receptionist a coronary.

Yeah, well, look.

This was a free trip to New York...

and if I knew you were looking

for Marcia-f***ing-Brady...

I would've stayed home.

How do you know

what I'm looking for?

- Look at me.

- I'm looking, I'm looking.

You know, dressing like

a motorcycle tramp...

is somewhat interesting

for a 17-year-old girl.

Talking like one is not.

In fact, talking at all is not really

required in this profession...

or even encouraged.

Anything you might have to say

you say through the camera...

the image, huh...

and hopefully the product.

What comes out of your mouth

is totally irrelevant.

Understood?

Yes, sir.

Now, this is a career.

This is a future.

This is a life...

if you want it.

Does that mean

you can get me a job?

I get you the interviews.

You get the job.

And I believe you will.

Dear Diary, this is my life.

Go see Young & Rubicom, 9:45.

Go see people at Revlon, 11:15.

Go see Demi Moore, Bob Stone,

Somebody Malowinksi...

and "Get lost, honey.

You ain't what we're lookin' for. "

- Next!

- Thank you and f*** you. Bye.

Yeah, I go see, I go see.

Nobody sees me.

"Ah, piece of meat, come here.

Show me your bag. "

And they stick their finger in you.

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