As we returned to New York, the mourning turned to celebrating this amazing man’s life as I attended a memorial service at the Museum of Modern Art with both Madonna and Elton John performing and dedicating songs to the storied life of the one and only Gianni Versace.
“If I can help, then why the hell wouldn’t I?”
DA MAN: Still on a related note, what would you say are the hardest parts about adapting to modeling? Especially with your background as a hockey player.
Chris Tschupp: The hardest parts of adapting to modeling since coming from the hockey world were the judgments I received from many people. I’m going from what is arguably the most masculine, adrenaline‐pumping sport in the world into essentially its polar opposite. Guys would break my balls about the transition. That is until they saw my face on billboards with some of the most beautiful women in the world. Then, the tide turned and I was overrun with requests to tell stories about my experiences. A bunch of “bandwagon” s–t. My family was and always has been very supportive of my decision—or non‐decision, as it was Calvin’s. They respect my choices and urge me to explore and have fun while doing so, but always exemplify responsibility and loyalty.
DA MAN: Do you ever think about your days on the ice and wish you could go back?
Chris Tschupp: Nearly not a day goes by that I don’t think about my professional hockey days. I mean, I was getting paid, albeit very little, to do what I loved doing. It hardly felt like a “job.” Yet, as a pro, you are responsible for your actions on and off the ice. As the boys and I rolled into the locker room on Fridays, there were paychecks hanging in our stalls. We’d look at each other and think, “I almost forgot we are getting paid to play hockey.” While I’ve transitioned into my next phase of work, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to relive that life.
Jacket by G-Star RAW, sweater by Tommy Hilfiger
DA MAN: And then, came acting, with a debut in “Sex and the City.” How did that happen?
Chris Tschupp: And then came acting … another uncanny opportunity that was not planned. My commercial agent in NYC, Innovative Artists, called to see if I was interested in auditioning for a TV show called “Sex and The City.” Once again, I wasn’t very privy to this show but found the opportunity exploratory and intriguing.
I went to Silver Cup Studios and found myself at the end of a line consisting of 50 or more guys. It was at the end of the day and I was a bit tired so I laid my head down on my bag, for what seemed like two seconds, but much to my dismay the guy behind me woke me and said, “You’re up dude; good luck.” When I finally came to and was walking into the room of producers, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I had an indentation of the buckle of my bag on my face. It looked like someone smashed me in the face with a horseshoe. I explained the odd-figured impression while improving the scene to roaring laughter. Fortunately, I guess that’s what they were looking for, and I got cast.
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