And Banks' former rival, Naomi Campbell was seen at the Brazilian steakhouse, Churrascaria Plataforma, in New York City late last week. Whoever said 'drugs kills your brain cells' weren't lying. This week, Campbell threw an international bitch fit blasting British Vogue magazine and accusing them of racism. The BlackBerry brawling supermodel claims says she has asked the mag's execs 'millions of times' if she could grace the cover of their magazine, you know with her being all British and a supermodel and whatnot. And she says everytime she asks, they refuse. "The only time they care about black models is in February [Black History Month]," she said. (Well, she may have a point). "They'll put the same white model for half the year - I swear like six times, but wouldn't put me on once in my own country. But I still want my British Vogue cover," she said.
Okay, you know what? Enough is dammit enough. Why didn't someone in her camp tap her on the shoulder and tell her to shut the hell up and stop making a fool out of herself? She can not be that damn scary to be around. I wonder if she felt like an ass once someone (whoever was brave enough of course) told her that she had actually been on the cover of British Vogue a whopping 8 times in the last 20 years. That's right. Since 1987, Little Miss Forgetful has appeared on the fashion magazine's cover twice with other models, once posing with Diddy and five times by herself.
I'm too through. Just peep the pics below. I need a Pepsi.