Lucinda Nicholas Maxim Australia – March 2015 nude, naked, bare, shirtless, leaked,sex tape, topless, tattoo, lingerie, sexy, hot, nackt, nu, nue, nudo, akt, cıplak, fitness, glamour, Models, The best thing about my MAXIM shoot is… having the opportunity to work with a fantastic group of individuals and being associated with one of the leading magazine brands in the world. When I’m not posing for MAXIM I’m… thinking of ideas or ways to have a positive infuence on those around me, to be able to help more and make myself grow as much as possible.
If I had to describe myself in fve words they would be… warm, friendly, outgoing, caring, and charismatic.
I feel sexy when… I’ve fnished a session of yoga, I’m in my gym gear and about to jump in the spa to relax.
My best asset is… my behind. Just joking! I’ve been told my eyes and smile, together, are my best asset. They capture the attention of the heart. I’m passionate about… self- love. I believe once you care and love for yourself, and take care of your own inner health and wellbeing, then everything else follows – the intimacy of relationships, how you treat those around you, and how you impact others’ lives. I love the saying, “In order for us to
change the world we must frst change ourselves”. I can beat anyone at… anything! That is, given enough time because I am just consistent and never give up. The last thing that made me LOL was… when the barista at my local cofee shop called out, “Angelina”. They handed back the receipt doc and the cheeky lady who punched in my details
had written Angelina Jolie as my name. The worst pick-up line I’ve heard is… “Are you a parking inspector?
Because you have fne written all over you.” Classic! A guy is most likely to get lucky with me if… he can stick around long enough to get to know me! The most romantic thing a guy could do for me is… tell me something he appreciates about me every single day. One thing a guy should always know about a woman is… that she loves a good morning and goodnight message every single day. My perfect date would be… on the Seychelles islands in a secluded location, having a picnic with shared plates of
JOANNA: We were retained by Ultra Tune for a series of TV ads. LAURA:Yes, Ultra Tune were extending their ofering from car servicing and needed an advertisement that enable them to cut through the clutter and noise of other big spending corporations. They approached us with a clever and smart script that focused on a key aspect – rubber.
JOANNA: We knew the ad would be fun and allow us to incorporate a little bit of humour into a male-dominated category.
What’s all the fuss about with these ads then? LAURA: We became the Rubber Girls as part of an ongoing TV and print campaign. We didn’t think it was controversial as the Ultra Tune commercial is based on a soft dominatrix theme. Some people thought it was exploitative and irrelevant to selling tyres but we play the roles of strong, demanding woman going to an Ultra Tune store to buy tyres. I believe it shows two independent women who know exactly what they want. The Rubber Girls’ outfts and theme indicated the new tyres Ultra Tune has in store.
JOANNA: There really shouldn’t have been any controversy as that’s not what
we set out to do. The ad should’ve been seen as empowering to women rather than ofensive. The highlight of the commercial was the two of us woman over powering the man at the desk whilst wearing rubber. We knew exactly what we wanted – good quality tyres. I don’t see a problem with that.
LAURA:Yes, and it works great for parking fnes but not so much for speeding. JOANNA:Guilty! I fnd my British accent works wonders.
Do you like your cars fast and expensive or big, bulky, and durable? LAURA: The faster, the better! JOANNA:Fast and expensive. There is no bigger thrill than getting butterfies from the speed of a nice, fast car.
What’s the naughtiest thing you’ve ever done in a car? LAURA:I once drove my car around with the roof of on a windy day, but forgot to wear underwear. The wind kept blowing my dress up as I was driving.
JOANNA:What haven’t I done in a car should be the question! I love cars, they are one of my favourites.
Have you ever used your looks to get out of a speeding or parking fne?
Congrats on your MAXIM cover shoot. How do you feel about it?
LAURA:I’m excited! I’ve always
AS A YOUNG MODEL IN PARIS,
“YOU HAD TO FIGURE OUT YOUR LIFE BY YOURSELF. BUT I’M PRETTY
TOUGH. I DON’T GET SCARED BY MUCH.”
Kate Bock is reading messages from her Twitter feed, which consists mostly of over-the-top compliments: “You’re a perfect person.” “You’re a really beautiful, magical angel.” “You have an awesome smile.” “You are a fairy tale.” It seems that a bunch of eager fans are staking their claims, I tell her. No, she replies with a laugh: These all came from one person.
Inspiring a certain degree of obsession – healthy and otherwise – is nothing new to the 180cm beauty from Vancouver. She first unleashed awe as a Victoria’s Secret lingerie model. In 2013, she made the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit issue, one of just four new models. Photos of the novices were posted online, and, by popular vote, Bock was elected Rookie of the Year. Which, as we meet for a late
breakfast in a quiet West Village hotel, brings us back to her social media. MJ Day, editor of the SI Swimsuit issue, warned Bock that her life was about to change as soon as the mag hit the newsstands. Lots of guys see the issue as a print version of Tinder and use social media to proposition models – not very artfully, it seems.
“Usually they send a winky face,” says Bock, with a not-too- serious frown. “You gotta step up your game a little higher than that. I mean, really? Just a wink?” If a guy does nothing but compliment her, “I don’t really know what to do with that. Stop sending winky faces, and make fun of me instead. That’ll probably get you further.” What should we make fun of, Kate? “There’s endless material, if you get to know me. My family certainly has not run out of stuff.”
Kate Lynne Bock was first spotted by a modeling agent at a local swimming pool, when she was 12: “I had braces, and I was a little gangly. Not a little – I was really tall and gangly.” During summers, when other models went to New York, she went to camp. When high school ended, Bock began to take the modeling game more seriously and moved to Paris on her own;
she’d attended a French immersion school for years and spoke the language fluently.
She shared an apartment with other models and, as a pragmatic and responsible person, was shocked that some of them slept-in instead of trudging to open castings. “You had to figure out your life by yourself. But I’m pretty tough, in that sense – very independent. I don’t get scared by much.” Really? Nothing scares you? She reconsiders. “I don’t like it when feet touch me. I’m a very clean person, and I hate it when dirty feet are near me. My older brother had a trick – if he wanted me out of a room, he’d just come at me with his toes, and I’d leave right away.”
Bock, who is single, isn’t precious about modeling: “I’m a clothing hanger,” she says with a shrug. “I’m there to show off the outfits or the bathing suit. I appreciate that for what it is.” There are perks – she gets “tons of free bikinis” and spends most of her winters on tropical beaches. “The swimsuit-model thing is not so bad, I have to say.” And because she doesn’t wear swimwear when she walks around New York City, her current home turf, she isn’t often recognized.
“There are times when I get a lot of stares, like, ‘Should I know you? I think I know you.’ My whole life, I’ve always been the tall, thin girl with lots of blond hair, so I don’t notice it. But in New York, you’re just used to people being sort of crazy. In other cities, people are nice and polite, while here, they yell at me. A lot of people bark.” Bark? You mean like a dog? “More aggressive and louder than that, but yeah, you’re on the right track.”
In addition to emoticon- wielding Twitter lotharios and canine studs on the city streets, Bock occasionally has to deal with misbehavior on the set. Recently, she was posing for a photo on a bed, wearing jewellery and not much else, when she noticed an assistant “trying to take a selfie on his phone, with me in the background. He didn’t think I noticed it, and he got very intimidated when I yelled at him. It’s a good thing I was comfortable telling him to f–k off. Otherwise, he was going to have pictures of my ass on his phone.”
Note to self: This is clearly not the way to curry favor with a supermodel.