The straight-talking host of Americas Next Top Model has plans for a world dominion. Is the nations of the world ready?
” Oh my God, look at you !” Tyra Banks roars from down the hallway. I’m in the supermodel-turned-supermogul’s office in Santa Monica, but I’d been so distracted( looking at my phone, mortifyingly) that I hadn’t noticed her approach. “You’re like this!” she hoots, imitating my depleted jetlagged stance by usurp the constitute of a marionette whose puppeteer has let go of the strings.
Under normal contexts, being scorned by one of the world’s most famous supermodels would feel close to bullying. But Banks- as she ever does on her hugely successful TV see, America’s Next Top Model– constitutes herself the joke, tripping over (” Whoops !”) and pitying about our mutual tirednes.” I’m like, really give me some snacks, you know what I’m saying ?” she cackles. She’s wearing a blazer over a dark T-shirt, a necklace with a big B dangling from it, dark trousers and boots. Her hair is long and auburn, and when I tell her how much I like the quality she makes a hearty laugh:” It’s a wig! Can’t you tell ?” We walk into a boardroom and sit opposite one another.” This doesn’t feel very intimate ,” she says regretfully. In person, Banks shows less of the uber-confident, camp large-scale sister vibe that has attained her such an cute TV presenter, and is more like an eager-to-please friend.