For many Cindy CrawFord is the perfect representation of all-american beauty. She’s graceful even at 50, and happy to pass on the mantle to a new generation— specifically her minime daughter, Kaia. Vogue has an exclusive look at the making of a supermodel.
It’s a cold afternoon when I meet with Cindy Crawford at a small restaurant in Malibu along the scenic Pacific Coast Highway. The famed Santa Ana winds whirl around us, tinting the sky an electric blue. “I wouldn’t get in there with the surfers for anything in the world,” says Crawford. At 50, she cuts an impeccable figure in jeans and a khaki jacket. While we chat, the music seems to get louder…so Crawford gets up to lower it. “This is one of my husband Rande’s restaurants,” she offers as a way of explanation.
As I drove to the restaurant, the radio was abuzz about the news of her retirement. When I broach the subject, she sighs politely, clearly having answered this question numerous times before, “I just wanted to express a change in my frame of mind. I don’t feel obligated to be photographed to further my career. Today I see each shoot like icing on the cake, not a necessity. This is what I would term my ‘retirement’. Maybe I should have just spoken about ‘taking a step back’.”
That settled, over a decaf latte, Crawford lets me into what life is really like for one of the world’s most iconic faces and why this shoot with look alike daughter Kaia is their last together.
How was it working again, after so many years, with Claudia Schiffer and Naomi Campbell on the Balmain campaign?
“It is the kind of project for which it would have been stupid to say no. I really like Olivier [Rousteing] and his message of diversity. I was thrilled to meet Claudia, Naomi and [photographer] Steven Klein. The shoot was envisaged in New York, during a time when I found myself there by chance, for the promotion of my book Becoming. I meet Naomi rather often. My children adore her and call her Auntie Naomi. But I’ve never really had the chance to spend much time with Claudia.
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