Lza is a work in progress.
ON HER left arm, three tattooed red stars are raised above the surface of her skin by a platform of silicone; her right arm is an entwined garden of climbing roses humming with giant bumble bees; her breasts are surgically flawless with pink nipples adorned with matching stars. She has a waif-like pixie face, big dark eyes that are both sparkling and faintly melancholic, and the arrogant sway of a catwalk model.
She started modeling at sixteen and has graced the runways at the top shows and the pages of the world's most prestigious magazines. She believes, as Simone de Beauvoir once wrote, that a woman is not born but made, and considers herself lucky not to be a clone out of central casting.
Lza does not fit the classical mould, she wouldn't want to, but proves that the exception makes the rule and, for many members, is the ideal Hegre Girl.