I’ll admit it: When I was 17 I once stood in line for an hour at a local Macy’s just to shake Tyson Beckford’s hand and get my picture taken with the too, too fine model. Back then his Polo ads decorated my walls and I’d gaze up at his Vibe magazine spread and pretty much swoon. Yes…I swooned!

But now, years after he first rocked the modeling world that was a little too pale and a little too obsessed by his “exotic” looks, Beckford spoke with London’s Evening Standard and quite frankly he came off sounding like a complete ass.

Damn, way to kill a dream TyTy*.

While I don’t know him personally, the article made me picture him sitting there flexing his muscles with a constant loop of Beyonce singing, “You must not know ’bout me…” in his head.

When the reporter asked Beckford about the fashion world, he talked about the fickleness of the industry.

“It’s all BS,” he says. “You have to recognise the fashion industry can be ugly, mean and shallow. One day you’re invisible, the next you’re fabulous.”

I was totally with him there, but then Beckford used his Australian Victoria Secret model girlfriend (yes…all of that) as an example of how you can go from nobody to somebody in a matter of months.

“When I found her she was a regular girl. I helped place her with the right people, get her teeth cleaned, her body toned up,” he told the interviewer. “Everything changed and now everyone wants a piece of her. I hear people say, ‘You can do better than Tyson.’ I’m like, ‘Really? Really?! I created her!'”


In case you had any doubts, Beckford has a wonderfully fabulous life full of fast bikes (that he’d happily give up sex for), a hot girlfriend (his words), and exotic jaunts with other supermodels.

“As a supermodel I go with the other supers round the world: Dubai one day, Paris the next. There’s partying. I’ll wake up in a hotel room and there are people all over the floor and I’m like, ‘Is this really happening?’ he recounts. “One time in Miami I woke up in the bathtub.”

And just in case you thought he was above dishing about his female ‘super’ counterparts, think again. “I play second fiddle to them, but that’s fine. Linda’s great, and Elle, Naomi — though I’ve seen her dark side. They all like to have fun.”

Umm….good to know.

Reading this article made me remember why I don’t follow any celebrities on Twitter–it ruins the mystery. Now, every time I see his deep, deliciously dark skin and chiseled body I won’t think, damn he looks good, but rather, damn…why didn’t he keep his mouth shut. 

Or maybe it’s me?

What do you think, Clutchettes? 


*His girlfriend calls him TyTy


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