Things looked pretty fucked when tall, blonde Dasha showed up from Czech Republic with almost no English. The only gig she could land was mopping floors at a K-Mart in DC. Her coveralls hid a body that belonged on a magazine cover, and the future looked about as bright as a parking-lot puddle. She hitched up with another girl, threw a couple hundred bucks into a junker, and pointed it west. Hollywood was supposed to have a better answer. It gave her pasties and a pole in a Sunset Boulevard dive. She was still sleeping in that same rattletrap on Santa Monica sand when the rent started to feel heavier than the thump of the music. She marched into an adult store, eyeballed cover after cover, and decided Vivid’s girls looked richest. Next morning she pulled up to the Van Nuys office in the same beat-up car, walked in and asked for paperwork. The receptionist took one look, picked up the phone, and fetched a big shot from the back. Thirty seconds later Dasha’s name was on the dotted line. They threw her into “Broken English” and the tape flew off the shelves. Doors swung open for Deftones’ long-form clip, Brougham’s record art, a spot in Madonna’s “Music” video, a David LaChapelle shoot, pages in Flaunt and Dune, and a pictorial in Playboy’s adult-star spread. Not bad for a girl who once hauled trash bags for a living.
Things looked pretty fucked when tall, blonde Dasha showed up from Czech Republic with almost no English. The only gig she could land was mopping floors at a K-Mart in DC. Her coveralls hid a body that belonged on a magazine cover, and the future looked about as bright as a parking-lot puddle. She hitched up with another girl, threw a couple hundred bucks into a junker, and pointed it west. Hollywood was supposed to have a better answer. It gave her pasties and a pole in a Sunset Boulevard dive. She was still sleeping in that same rattletrap on Santa Monica sand when the rent started to feel heavier than the thump of the music. She marched into an adult store, eyeballed cover after cover, and decided Vivid’s girls looked richest. Next morning she pulled up to the Van Nuys office in the same beat-up car, walked in and asked for paperwork. The receptionist took one look, picked up the phone, and fetched a big shot from the back. Thirty seconds later Dasha’s name was on the dotted line. They threw her into “Broken English” and the tape flew off the shelves. Doors swung open for Deftones’ long-form clip, Brougham’s record art, a spot in Madonna’s “Music” video, a David LaChapelle shoot, pages in Flaunt and Dune, and a pictorial in Playboy’s adult-star spread. Not bad for a girl who once hauled trash bags for a living.