Model-Perfect

Linda, Naomi, Claudia: You’d better work it, girls, because Sandee the Supermodel from Bountiful, Utah, is about to get all the bookings--in bookstores, that is.

From the inventive minds of designer Isaac Mizrahi and illustrator William Frawley, a designer and teacher at Parsons School of Design in Manhattan, comes a towering platinum blond with aquamarine eyes. The captivating cartoon creation takes New York by storm in “Isaac Mizrahi Presents the Adventures of Sandee the Supermodel or Yvesaac’s Model Diaries.” (Simon & Schuster Editions, 1997).

After all, Sandee does wear her trademark trench coat (collar fashionably pulled up and belt wrapped around her itty-bitty waist) throughout the three-book series, as the characters air-kiss through Mizrahi’s skillful lampoonery of the fashion industry.

Yep, Mr. M has unzipped Seventh Avenue once more.

“He wrote every single word of this,” says his editor, Anne Yarowsky, of the dialogue squeezed in bubbles over the heads of the cast, which includes Snap, the hunky fashion photographer and his companion, Schwartz; Hildegarde Sharp, a Cruella DeVil-ish modeling agency honcho, and her agency’s reigning supermodel, Dorothy Dunhill; the buxom TV fashion reporter, Sally on the Spot; Mr. Little, the lecherous owner of Quality, a fashion mag; Dawn Darrling, who runs a global public relations firm; and, of course, the sockless, bandanna head-wrapped Yvesaac, Mizrahi’s alter ego.

Packaged in a portfolio box, the oversized books ($29.95 for the set), with paper doll cutouts and faaaaabulous clothes, are pure Mizrahi: irreverent, outrageous and farcical.

Air-kiss. Air-kiss.