The big Sarah is no more

Sarah, a phenomenon in the modeling world. If you signed a contract with Sarah, you were set. A done deal. She not only had a great eye for scouting, but she also watched over her models like a lioness and nurtured them.

I have often experienced Sarah. Sometimes fuming on the phone because we wanted to use a photo of Doutzen that didn't fit into her policy plan at the time. Together we worked hard to get Doutzen, who was living in America at the time, on the cover of Marie Claire. There had been some incidents with Doutzen and my predecessor, so I had to go through quite a bit of trouble with Sarah to regain her trust. I would call that trust a cautious friendship. We had lunch, she told me the most delightful stories about the profession, and she even invited me to her apartment in New York.

Sarah was the type of woman that could intimidate some men. Too successful, too independent, grounded, and afraid of nothing or no one. Yet he came. Her love. And she even had a son. Life was smiling, Sarah was glowing.

Until that damned, miserable, ruthless, filthy k stuck its head around the corner. I couldn't believe it, I didn't want to believe it, I refused to believe it.

But it is really true.

Sarah, I will NEVER forget you.

Image credits: @sarahpaparazzi