That was the line. We had it right on the cover. I don’t want to be famous. As soon as Lady gave us that quote, I scrapped my whole idea for the photo shoot. At first, I’d had this vision of her in a low-cut, full-skirt white Marilyn Monroe–style dress. Balenciaga had made a shorter, sexier, more contemporary version of it for the upcoming season, and I’d thought it’d be perfect for the Lady Lane shoot. I wanted to stand her over a vent, wind blowing, a red lip, the whole deal. The only difference between the famous Marilyn shot and Lady’s would be a pair of crystal bunny ears I’d commissioned from Swarovski, this jewel-studded headband with rabbit ears poking up, both of them covered in pink diamonds. It was incredible. I had the whole shoot imagined before I even met Lady, but when she said that line, I don’t want to be famous, I reimagined all of it on the spot. She had to be naked. Vogue had never done a nude cover before.