I spent two weeks prancing around a studio in Queens in my underwear with nine other guys. They were long days. But what the hell, it was Calvin Klein.
My father was a sergeant with the Connecticut state police. My mother was a hairstylist.
It struck me that what I'd heard about certain celebrities was true: they had It, whatever the hell It was. Star power isn't a myth; it is tangible and forceful.
I didn't know a damn thing about style.
The people on Baywatch were about as nice a group of people as I had ever worked with.