>> Lara Stone was photographed by Mario Testino for the December 2009 cover of Vogue UK — all in a day's work for the frequent cover girl — but it's inside the magazine that she really gets down to business, revealing for the first time publicly that she spent four weeks earlier this year in rehab. "I am a complete alcoholic. It used to be so easy to say to someone, 'Get me a bottle of vodka,' and they'd run and get it. Going to rehab was the best decision I ever made. The last six months have been the best of my life." A week after she left rehab, she was back in the game, attending the Costume Institute Gala in early May with Alexander Wang. "I sat there all night in complete shock. I didn't say a word."
She's been doing the model rounds for ten years, since she was 15, but says that even back when she was 16 and in Paris, drugs weren't a problem. "I'd already tried everything in Holland. Anyway, I never wanted to be that model on drugs, the sort who gives head for a line of coke."
She pushed another model down the stairs »
She does, however, have a weak spot for food.
"If I could have the discipline to be super-skinny, I would be. I think of dieting, then I eat pizza. I'm a woman, and every woman wants to be skinnier — unfortunately."
But she doesn't mind going topless all the time for magazines.
"Everyone's seen them. My girlfriends love them — they play with them!"
She's concerned about her future — she doesn't want to act or design.
"I lie in bed at night and worry about what comes next. I'm not sure I have any other talents."
And thinks she has men trouble.
"Men don't like me. I haven't been on a date for six months. I've just started a club with a girlfriend called the We Hate Men But We Can't Be Gay Club."
But she likes to be mean to men.
"I figure out what they hate most, and then I do lots and lots of that."
If she doesn't wear a designer, it may be because she hates them.
"I shouldn't be wearing these shoes. Because I hate the designer and never wear people I hate."
And don't get in her way at a show — one Belgian model now knows that.
"I kept saying 'Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me,' because I had to get to the catwalk, but she just kept posing. So I pushed her. It was only a few stairs."