Nancy Decker has her eyelashes dyed every six weeks but otherwise does little to her face except bathe it in moonbeams. This seems reasonable, since she is only 17. She is a rarity, a blazing, natural redhead, discovered in Milwaukee in 1979.
Top-Top Photographer Albert Watson says that Decker is a face to watch. Nancy, who makes $1,500 a day after six months on the job, thinks so too: “I feel like it’s all of a sudden going to go boom, boom. I can just feel it. It’s like when you’re waiting for a pimple to come up.”
Not having had time to become jaded or to embrace a pragmatically spartan regimen, she still likes rock-’n’-roll joints like the Ritz and the Peppermint Lounge. She likes to eat a brownie, strawberry ice cream and whipped cream horribility, and as she does so she looks innocent enough to break an art director’s heart. She is sufficiently seasoned, however, to set meticulously aside cab chits, makeup bills and other tax-deductible receipts every evening after work.
She hopes to finish high school one of these days.