SANTISI, kendra p.

[kendra santisi]

Kendra Paloma Santisi rapidly emerged onto the fashion scene, much to her vehement denial of getting involved. Once the silver screen best friend of superstar Alessia Alves, Santisi was quickly scouted at the age of 15 by LA Models, signing with IMG Models the same year and foregoing the high school experience to move to Paris, completing her GED in the process. Her young career saw a fast and furious rise, debuting on the runway as a Miu Miu exclusive before appearing in campaigns for Prada, Versace, Marc Jacobs and more. A fresh faced mix of high end and relatable, Santisi pivoted her appeal to passing her first audition for the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show, snagging a coveted spot on the runway at just 18 years old and an elusive Angel contract a year later. After ending her contract six years later, she still models for the brand alongside appearing in various campaigns for international issues of Vogue, Harpers Bazaar, Wonderland and more. She often shares her latest campaigns with the millions of followers she has on social media. Kendra Paloma Santisi is just as lost as you are, with a little more money in the bank. Born to fast and loose parents in Los Angeles, I stumbled into a friendship with Alessia Alves when our nannies happened to be best friends in the park. When her mother inevitably scored them a television show because she showed ambition, I got to feel the awkwardness of growing pains in front of thousands of thirsty pre-teens watching us every week. Then, Alessia got a modeling contract. She was that perfect waist-to-hip ratio and I swear the agents were banking on her to develop a rack when she hit puberty (spoiler alert: she did). The rate at which she went from being a child to an adult freaked me out, and I had no interest in following in her footsteps, least of all because where she had curve, I had bone. But one day she dragged me along with her and the split second of independence I felt being on one of those sets was enough for me to consider it. Blessedly her agent, Mark, was there, and signed me on the spot. But instead of getting fun and fancy commercial jobs like Alessia I was quickly shipped to New York for a bigger agency, then Paris for a whirlwind of hell, model apartments, rats, cigarettes and one too many gifted shearling jackets. To be honest, it's kind of fucked how hands off my parents were. I was out here 'finding myself' in a language I didn't speak while they were excitedly telling their friends I was going to be a star. Thank god they were right - imagine the embarrassment. I came into my looks at the right time, and made a pact with myself that I'd never lose them or my chances, right down to the scale remaining exactly where it was. Honestly - and this is so fucked - I had to gain weight for my VS audition. I guess my signature pout looked really harsh with my cheekbones and no amount of chicken cutlets could fill out that bra if I wasn't at least 'healthy' looking. That contract, blessedly, gave me the keys to America right back. And this wild accessibility I'd never felt here before, even if I probably would have been fine. Now I felt rich, successful, and unstoppable - I had access to the best people for glam, I wore the best looks, could do the best drugs and got to fuck a rockstar immediately after one of the VS shows, who I inevitably and annoyingly fell in love with. Then out of love with. Then betrayed...but he did it first! Now I keep enough jobs to stay steadily employed, keep enough food down to stay skinny, and continue to enjoy the ride. TAYLOR: This fucking idiot. Actually, I'll give him an inch of grace because when we met it was like stars smashing together and creating a black hole. But instead of collapsing the universe we just became unhealthily obsessed with each other. Couldn't find one without the other, I would leave jobs for him, he would cut gigs for me - responsibilities fell by the wayside if we could have a second to ourselves. There's been a lot of questions about us and I don't love answering because as fucked as it was, some of the most intensely beautiful, private conversations of my life happened with him. We could talk so seriously, coked out of our minds or on a comedown or just laying in bed on a Sunday, examining the tiny microcosm of us. It was this in depth love that felt so at odds with who we were as people - I knew it would shatter, probably as much as he did. Did I expect it to come in the form of receiving a homemade porno from a fan via Instagram DMs? No. But also did make total sense. Neither of us could maintain happy, at that time - it made sense for him to seek it out as much as it made sense for me to do what I did next. ISSAC: Whichhh was fuck his bandmate. Whoops! Isaac is as much of a piece of work as Taylor is, even in his copacetic, look at me be healthy era. Could basically only stay faithful to heroin, and even now he's quit that too! I don't know who I thought I was getting with him, and then even strangely enough, staying with him. I was out of my depths immediately, isolated by basically anyone who had cared for me in the past and was sympathetic to me with the Taylor thing. At this point I was at a height in my career, I was on major magazines around the globe and walking all the major shows at every fashion week - on the inside, the only thing I could control was how long an energy drink could take me through the day, if I needed a bump, and where I was going out that night. I'd suck ice cubes out of champagne glasses for hydration, that kind of bad. Anyway, the worst bit of all of this, aside from it just being dumb and us never having any chance - the guy kissed someone in rehab for god sakes - is that before me he'd been seeing someone else. That he cheated on his wife with! I literally felt absolute horror when Taylor mentioned he'd been hanging out with Lily all the time lately, because she sees too much of the world through rose colored glasses, but hopefully that cliff comes tumbling down. Ok, back to... ALESSIA: Yep. Real nail in the coffin, right? He'd been with my best friend, cheated on his wife for her, I feel like they were probably in love, everything. Which, obviously didn't last but still. I know - wasn't my best moment! This is also where I've put most of my work in over the years, and can wildly call us friends again. Took a lot of groveling and soul searching. We all were in really really accessible places at the time - had everything, could get anything. Boredom runs rampant when you're successful. But they were a thing a long time, which she didn't tell me until it blew up all over the news - and then somehow, I went from being by her side consoling her through it all to fucking the guy down the line. What is it with this band? Like, are the hits that worth it? Kinda.

r/kendrasantisi kendra new man? submitted at 4:21 PM by lummoce she walked the red carpet with this guy for an Emmy's after party - no real good shots yet on Getty but i'm still refreshing. anyone seen them together before or have an ID? [-]taytisi49 TAYLORR stateofeuph0ri@    you're just delusion at this point, love. kindly - and i mean this so kindly. shut the fuck up.

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