Grace Jones
Grace Jones
Grace Jonesis a Jamaican singer, songwriter, lyricist, supermodel, record producer, and actress. She was born in Spanish Town, Jamaica and raised by her grandparents. At 13 she moved with her siblings to their parents' home in Syracuse, New York. Jones started out as a model, initially in New York state, then in Paris, working for Yves St. Laurent, Claude Montana, and Kenzo Takada, and appearing on the covers of Elle, Vogue, and Stern working with Helmut Newton, Guy Bourdin, and...
ProfessionPop Singer
Date of Birth19 May 1948
CitySpanish Town, Jamaica
I don't like people who hide things. We're not perfect, we all have things that people might not like to see, and I like to show my faults.
I don't like people who hide things.
When you become such a strong personality in music, it's hard for people to accept you as a different character.
To be honest, my life is not really as way-out and myth-loaded as people like to portray it.
It doesn't surprise me that people can't see beyond my image. It's amazing, but I can understand it. That's what image is for. But it's never a problem for me. It's only a problem for them. I don't really care. I do what I want regardless.
I'm not as impatient as I used to be. I used to hit people if I didn't like what they were saying. Just lash out. 'Bam - shut up! Hahahah!' I was terrible.
Models are there to look like mannequins, not like real people. Art and illusion are supposed to be fantasy.
If people think I'm angry, I don't want to burst anybody's bubble. I like sometimes for people to be afraid of me. But it's not really anger; it's discipline.
We're not perfect; we all have things that people might not like to see, and I like to show my faults.
It was very painful combing my hair. My grand-uncle was a Pentecostal bishop, and he was very strict: our hair couldn't be permed or straightened. So I just cut it all off.
When I started modelling, I'd raise my arms and it was all muscle and all the other models had nothing. Really, everybody thought I was a man. I don't have to do much to have muscles. It's just genetic.
I would have rebelled against parental authority, no matter what. When I was 15, I started painting my face and making my own clothes.
I don't think 'pop' should mean that you had no talent.
I was skinny as a rail and had high cheekbones and a very interesting face - or so I was told.