Up-to-the-mod in a brown 1930s cloche hat, a raccoon coat, red corduroy slacks and yellow boots, the fragile blonde with the grey-blue eyes and virginal face flew into Paris with her boy friend last week and promptly got lost looking for customs. The rosebud mouth parted, and it was Pygmalion all over again. "Aaaow, Justin," she com plained. "We're gaoin' the wrong w'y!"
Oh no they're not. For the girl is Twiggy, the Cockney Kid, and she's suddenly the hottest model in London.
Her photographs are all over the covers and the insides of...
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