Maggie May
Maggie May stands six feet tall. Light brown hair falls over brown-green eyes, and her face holds a kind of sharp, unmistakable beauty. She comes from Wamego, Kansas, a town so small it barely registers on a map. She lives out of a suitcase, flying between New York, Europe, Australia, New Zealand, and now Los Angeles for catalogue shoots. "I grew up in Wichita," she says. "Boring as hell. I played basketball and ran track, but I always showed up with a full face of makeup." She started modeling early, print and catalogues, but only later managed to cut the cord. "My mom wouldn’t let me go full time. Then I entered a swimsuit contest and placed as a finalist. Suddenly agencies were calling." An offer from Playboy followed. She mulled it over in a New York apartment until she saw the Kate Moss cover. "If she can do it, I can do it," Maggie decided. The agency flew her to Los Angeles. She became Miss August 2014. "Now I’m worried my grandparents might see the pictures," she laughs, "but everything else stays the same. I get invited to parties and I show up. That part’s easy." She smiles, already halfway out the door.
Maggie May
Maggie May stands six feet tall. Light brown hair falls over brown-green eyes, and her face holds a kind of sharp, unmistakable beauty. She comes from Wamego, Kansas, a town so small it barely registers on a map. She lives out of a suitcase, flying between New York, Europe, Australia, New Zealand, and now Los Angeles for catalogue shoots. "I grew up in Wichita," she says. "Boring as hell. I played basketball and ran track, but I always showed up with a full face of makeup." She started modeling early, print and catalogues, but only later managed to cut the cord. "My mom wouldn’t let me go full time. Then I entered a swimsuit contest and placed as a finalist. Suddenly agencies were calling." An offer from Playboy followed. She mulled it over in a New York apartment until she saw the Kate Moss cover. "If she can do it, I can do it," Maggie decided. The agency flew her to Los Angeles. She became Miss August 2014. "Now I’m worried my grandparents might see the pictures," she laughs, "but everything else stays the same. I get invited to parties and I show up. That part’s easy." She smiles, already halfway out the door.
