Thank God for little miracles, right?
Michael Bergin
I was going to get the Carolyn Bessette story out of her one way or another.
I began to believe the fairy tales: You know, how we're all out there looking for our magical missing half.
My father was a sergeant with the Connecticut state police. My mother was a hairstylist.
Calvin had finally taken a look at the ET tape, and he had reacted just as she had expected he would. He loved it; he loved me. Suddenly he was thinking of me for everything: underwear, jeans, suits, even the Escape fragrance campaign.
I too have my own demons, and I have struggled. I've made my own mistakes, and I'm not proud of them.
By the time I was 8 years old, sports had pretty much taken over my life.
The fact is, my parents loved me, and I wanted to be worthy of their love. I wanted to make them proud.
I'd gone to Manhattan to become a model.
I wanted to marry a girl just like my mom.
I wanted to grow up to be just like my father.
I like parties, but I'm shy, and I often find myself standing around, feeling awkward.
We're all pretty ordinary on paper.
I guess that's what I was: a set of abs. And they lit the abs and shot the abs and sent the abs on their way. The photographer didn't look at my face once. I was humiliated.
A father's disappointment can be a very powerful tool.
I spent two weeks prancing around a studio in Queens in my underwear with nine other guys. They were long days. But what the hell, it was Calvin Klein.
What was it about Carolyn that made her so cautious about revealing herself?
I wasn't even 20 at the time, but it taught me something about drugs. They can take a good man, a warm, funny, loving family man, and turn him into a loser and worse.
The people on Baywatch were about as nice a group of people as I had ever worked with.
I didn't know a damn thing about style.
We live in a kissy society.
New York is tough on lonely people.
I'd been around women who put me down, made me feel bad, or said things to fuel my insecurity.
It struck me that what I'd heard about certain celebrities was true: they had It, whatever the hell It was. Star power isn't a myth; it is tangible and forceful.
