Kate Moss, eat a triscuit. Evelyn Nesbit was here first.

I'm obsessed with Paula Uruburu's book American Eve, which chronicles the stormy life of Evelyn Nesbit, a chorus girl and artist's model in the early twentieth century. Evelyn became the adolescent paramour of wealthy New York architect Stanford White; years later her jealous husband murdered White in full view of a glittering crowd at Madison Square Garden.
There are plenty of photos in the book, and to me, Evelyn's beauty is a mixture of timeless and confusing - in some pictures her celebrated looks seem questionable, perhaps tailored to the aesthetic eye of one hundred years ago. But some, like the portrait on the above book cover, are so stunning, I don't doubt that Evelyn could rival the overdone, over-hyped models of today. The book is a gorgeous slice of history; like Evelyn's winsome eyes, it leaves a lasting imprint.