I was in a discount ticket booth in Times Square, and a modeling agent came up and said I’d be good for the Wilhelmina agency. At Wilhelmina, a woman asked, “How old are you?” I said, “25.” She said, “Two things: Never tell anybody you’re that old. And practice smiling in the mirror because you have a crooked smile.” I didn’t change my smile, and I didn’t lie about my age. But she took me on anyway.