Is not. Both are drippingly wealthy and yet are slaves to the whims of coaches/photographers. SI supermodels have been made to perch on top of motorcycles, trucks, Rovers, bicycles, tree limbs, elephants, picnic blankets, lava rock, white stallions, porcelain tigers and giant pieces of driftwood. They've been told to look dreamy standing next to penguins, cacti, burros, snakes, monkeys, tribesmen, naked running boys, seagulls, barrels of fruit, live fish, dead fish, Maasai warriors, pool cues, cages and inflatable sharks.
How many models did you bother for this?
Lots, but it was a labor of love. Both models and athletes work odd hours, under bright lights, often wearing extra padding, all to win the admiration of beer-drinking men. Finally, both are the world's royalty—superstars and supermodels—and, as such, can only look to each other for the properly regal mate. Think of the great couples, and they're usually supermodel and athlete. Cheryl Tiegs and Vitas Gerulaitis. Brigitte Nielsen and Mark Gastineau. Rony Seikaly and Elsa Benitez.
Rony Seikaly is regal?
And, of course, the two who could achieve evolutionary checkmate, Tiger and Tyra.
Couldn't you have just written the usual swimsuit story about some one-legged cricket player who lives on the island where they did the shoot?
Yeah, but then I wouldn't have gotten messages on my machine from Christie Brinkley, Cheryl Tiegs and Heidi Klum.
Which you saved and play for your buddies.
Only if they come to the safe deposit box.