Is Naomi Campbell a stupid fucking cunt, or what? Here this hot-tempered bitch is, throwing phones at people’s heads, sued for assault by former employees, enduring the humiliation of court-ordered community service, and lately, in trouble yet again for assault, this time directed against police officers at Heathrow Airport, following a flare-up against airline personnel over misplaced luggage. Now, she is putting herself into a potentially explosive position.
Lately she has been in the company of, and presumably dating, Christophe Raccancourt, a man who has lived as a con artist passing himself off to Hollywood elites as a member of European royalty, for which he earned prosecution and a seven-year prison sentence. Incredibly, he was Naomi’s date at the Cannes Film Festival.
If this continues, you don’t have to be Nostradamus to see a sidewalk in this bug’s future, from the perspective of-oh, say about twenty stories.
In the meantime, Campbell, who recently interviewed Venezuelan Prime Minister Hugo Chavez for GQ Magazine, has denied rumos of an affair with the South American strongman, which is actually somewhat unfortunate. She would probably end up ripping out that little shrimp’s throat.
