DETAILS: In Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter, you play Vadoma, a foxy bloodsucker. Ever gone that route for Halloween?
Erin Wasson: I never did racy. I don't understand that whole mentality with girls wanting to tap into their inner slut. One year I went as Jesus and passed out cigarettes to everyone. Another year I went as the Big Bad Wolf. To me, Halloween's not about exploring your sexuality—it's about taking the piss out of yourself.
DETAILS: With her pale makeup and leather, Vadoma is about as goth as they come. Did you ever go through a phase like that?
Erin Wasson: No, never. I was a total jock growing up. I went to super-dorky basketball clinics and was handpicked to play on a state team called the Texas Heat.
DETAILS: Do you follow pro hoops?
Erin Wasson: I'm a huge Dallas Mavs fan. What I love about Dirk Nowitzki is he has just as much talent as everyone else, if not more, and he never toots his own horn. He's this silent warrior. I interviewed Dwyane Wade one season, backstage at the Richard Chai show. He was shorter in person. I was in high heels, but still.
DETAILS: You do some horseback riding in the film, and you're an advocate for protecting America's wild mustangs. Ever had a bad experience with a horse?
Erin Wasson: I went to Uruguay two years ago and I'd never been on a polo pony before. They're trained to be quite aggressive—not the kind of horses where you're like, "Oh, let me go for a joyride." But of course I went for a joyride. Next thing I knew he was jumping and rearing and I Supermanned right off him. All the gauchos came running. They were like, "You okay, señorita?" I'm like, "Yeah, I'm good. Let's drink tequila."
DETAILS: Have you always had a thing for the ponies?
Erin Wasson: Since I was a little girl. I grew up in a cul-de-sac in Irving, Texas, 20 minutes outside Dallas. Every year at Christmas I would run outside and look in the vacant lot across the street, thinking there was going to be a horse with a big red bow on it. Just last week I was riding bareback on the beach in Santa Barbara, thinking, "It doesn't get better than this—a wild beast between your legs."
DETAILS: What's the weirdest present you've ever gotten?
Erin Wasson: I was given this amazing electronic head-massager device. You put on this helmet that makes you look like you have issues, and it has this wire and this big remote control and this woman speaks to you in this really slow voice. And while she tells you to get into a Zen state of mind, this thing is massaging all these parts of your brain. I've brought it to a photo shoot many a time. It's a good morning-starter joke.
DETAILS: Abraham Lincoln is set during the Civil War, obviously. Which time period would you most like to live in?
Erin Wasson: I could totally slip right into the cosmic stream of the late sixties—I'd be a happy little camper, out in a geodesic dome somewhere.
DETAILS: You and Gisele are the faces of Esprit right now. At this point in your career, you're probably acquainted with a lot of the supermodel community. Who's the wildest of them all?
Erin Wasson: Lauren Hutton. She's full of piss and vinegar and takes shit from no one. I think she's got a steel rod in her neck from a motorcycle accident she had while traveling in Africa. [Editor's note: Actually, it's a titanium rod, in her leg, from an accident near Las Vegas.] She's an incredible woman.
DETAILS: She sounds like she's not afraid of anything. Do you have any phobias?
Erin Wasson: I can't think of any. I love heights. I love speed. I'm on the verge of being a pyromaniac. Maybe my phobia is boredom.