Bridget Grows Up

The fast track to the model Hall of fame

Vanities

Bridget Hall, it can be argued, is the only supermodel to have emerged in the post-Naomi-LindaChristy era. Ralph Lauren, who has tapped her for his fashion front, certainly seems to agree. And so does GEORGE WAYNE, who subjects the native Texan to a down-home inquisition.

George Wayne:So give me the juicy on that story I heard about Jack Nicholson chasing you around the pool of the Chateau Marmont.

Bridget Hall: It's true, but it wasn't that bad.

GW.So his tongue wasn't hanging out of his mouth?

B.H. No. He said, "Hi, nice to see you again." I said, "What do you mean to see me again? It's my first time meeting you." But he seems very nice.

G.W.So he wasn't a dirty old man?

B.H. He probably was, but I left.

G.W.Your life is like a fairy tale. Here you are a highschool dropout, poor white trash from Texas, now the emerging supermodel of the millennium. And all of 17 years old!

B.H. It's not really a fairy tale. It's a lot harder than it seems. Sometimes I wish I didn't drop out of school.

G.W.Tell me about your childhood.

B.H. My childhood was cool. It was all right. I was always the tallest, skinniest kid in school, tomboy.

G.W.Were you the ugly duckling?

B.H. In a way I was. I had friends who would always put me down. They would call me "Chicken Legs.

I would feel hurt.

G.W.Tell me about the worst day ever on the set of a fashion shoot.

B.H. The worst day is any day I have to get up really early, with a photographer who shoots really slow. And keeps me really late at night.

G.W.Do you realize that not since the trinity—Naomi, Linda, and Christy—has there been a super, super girl to emerge like you?

B.H. I guess that's great. But I'm trying to get into acting.

G.W.I know for a fact that you've had a few boy prob- lems. Things didn't work out with you and Leonardo DiCaprio. For a while you were chasing Stephen Dwarf—excuse me, Stephen Dorff. And he had the nerve to treat you like doo-doo.

B.H. I don't know what I want right now. They were very nice guys, but prettier in pictures.

G.W.Who is the bitchiest supermodel you've ever met in your life? B.H. There's plenty of 'em . . . and no names!

G.W.Come on, B., you've got to give me some names.

B.H. No names

G.W.There are so many bitchy supermodels, and you can't give me one name? Let me hazard a guess: Linda?

B.H. No names. Linda's been nice to me.

G.W.All right—light another cigarette, honey, get another Heineken, and get ready!

B.H. I'm ordering it up, another Heineken. . . .

G.W.I know that's your favorite beverage. And I know that you've lost your cherrystone, but I want to know to whom.

B.H. No, not saying. I'm not gonna say that.

G.W.When did you lose it?

B.H. When I was 15.

G.W.Was it to a little farm boy in the trailer park?

B.H. No, I'm not saying, George.

G.W.Where?

B.H. My mom's gonna read this!

G.W.Honey, your mother must know—you are a growing woman!

B.H. O.K., in a hotel room in New York.

G.W.O.K., now I want to know the man who took your chastity! B.H. It's going to take about 12 Heinekens to get that answer.

G.W.What do you do in your spare time, when you're not forced to be fabulous for the camera?

B.H. I sleep and try to get over my hangover, watch MTV.

G.W.Not since the 70s has the name Hall been such a force in fashion. I can't believe some queenious fashion editor hasn't been inspired to pair Bridget Hall and Jerry Hall in a shoot together.

B.H. I think she is pretty cool. I would love to be in a shoot with Jerry Hall. It would show that Texans are ruling!