Growing up I didn't wear a bra until I was much older than other girls. I was very willowy, to say the least. My first bra was probably an intricate push-up affair for an Albert Watson shoot in Paris when I first started modelling aged 20. I had ten pairs of false eyelashes and boobs I could rest my chin on – the style back in the early 1990s was to exaggerate everything, from shoulder pads to big hair to upholstered lingerie. I remember thinking, 'In life, this is not going to work for me, it is so far removed from who I am on the inside.'
I prefer to wear pieces that you can barely feel you have on, that emphasise your individual shape, but feel like they're made out of the finest cobweb or feathers, almost like a whisper on your skin I've never yet worn control pants. That might come later. I like vintage lingerie for nostalgic and visual purposes, not to hold things in. I recently bought a red silk set to show under a tiny little top – just a bright strap peeping out. I can spend hours in Coco de Mer in Covent Garden. I get absorbed in all the detail, the hand-stitching, the lace. Last time I went there was 75 per cent off. It doesn't get any better than that.
In Copenhagen, a magnificent little place to shop for lingerie is Tekinoktay, named after its founder, an inspiring artist called Evren Tekinoktay. This place is like a candy store. I buy my bikinis from the French brand Eres – they're pricey but I look on it as a great investment because I know I will really treasure and appreciate them. But I also wear a lot of stripey pieces from American Apparel or simple underwear from American Vintage.