Remember the first time you saw the Abercrombie & Fitch catalog? I do. I was in 6th grade. A friend’s older brother had one and he took it to school, where we snickered at the black and white pics of girl-next-door models riding elephants topless through the wilderness. It was a transformative part of my adolescence.
The Abercrombie & Fitch catalog was like softcore porn in a pre-high speed Internet world. There were nude chicks galore and genetically-perfect college-age couples in all stages of undress. I.E. The cover of the winter AF Quarterly from the year 2000.
Apparently when Jennifer Lawrence was just starting out in the Hollywood any-path-to-fame game, she dabbled with modeling for Abercrombie & Fitch, a brand now synonymous with douche culture around the world. Here’s what she told Graham Norton about the experience:
“They wanted natural pictures so they made us play football on the beach. The other models played football in a pretty way but not me! My face was bright red and I was sweaty with flaring nostrils. One of the girls even yelled, ‘Get her away from me!’ And, when my agent asked why the pictures hadn’t been used, their only response was to send the pictures… you won’t see them in a store for sure!”
She prefaced the entire thing by saying “you’ll never see the pictures I did for Abercrombie and Fitch.”
That’s a shame, but hey — I wouldn’t want the pictures of the mullet I wore to a 9th grade dance to hit the Internet either. I guess we all have embarrassing skeletons in the closet.