Making something from nothing is ageless economic wisdom, in this age of ever-connectedness someone should tack on the remix, “make something out of everything.” Naomi Campbell did just that with her week long date with a New York Sanitation broom handle.

Evey day as she made the walk from her chauffeured driven SUV to the Sanitation building’s metal gates, that strip of concrete became her personal 100 foot runway - just as many cameras were snapping.

Who knew the whole time she was also filling up pages of The Naomi Diaries.

W Magazine published the entire thing in this month’s issue.

Who knows if she really crawled into bed at night and got her Helen Keller on, but she had an answer for everything that went on in the papers that week.

I took a razor to the excerpts and cut it up even more.

Monday

What I wear walking into my community service has no connection to what I’m going to do when I get inside. This is how I dress, and this is how I carry myself. What do they expect me to do - walk in looking all drib and drab? I’ve never looked drib and drab in my life.

As we are working, one of my coworkers tells me how he ended up here, which was basically because of alcohol. I bond with him, and I tell him I’m in recovery.

I started doing drugs when I was 23, as a recreational thing. I had no idea of the effect it would have on me. I had been discovered at 14 and brought into the business at 15. There’s no handbook to teach you how to deal with this business. It’s been such a roller coaster.

Before long, I started taking drugs to escape or deal with some disaster, like when someone died. I lost a lot of friends in 1997, and that was the year I really fell down emotionally. I first sought treatment for my addictions in 1999, and then went in and out of recovery. I’d be okay for a couple years and think I had things under control, but then I would relapse.

I was just caught up in my job and flying around the world and wanting to be fabulous.

But there comes a point when it all catches up with you and you have to deal with it. And that caused me to reassess myself and get real treatment for my anger and my addictions.

Some people can handle a drink or a line of cocaine, but I’ve finally come to realize that, for me, it’s all or nothingA??,??__and it has to be nothing. And my life has changed since.

Tuesday

When I get out of the car, my bodyguard grabs my bag and just hands it to someone. It turns out it was a policeman. I’m not treating the police like they are my valetA??,??__like the papers will say later - it’s just that I’m used to gentlemen. Obviously I’m wrong.

I recognize one of the other Sanitation officers because he does security at night at Nobu. It’s really nice to see a familiar face.

After lunch, we finish the hallway. I’m very proud of it because it’s so clean.

By 3:30, we’re done and I head up to this place in the Bronx, the Point, and read to schoolchildren. I read from Dr. Seuss, which is something I grew up with. But I’m not sure these kids understand some of the words, so I just put it in simple language.

It’s great and so much fun. Finally, I go home and everything just kind of hits me. I’m wiped out. I crash.

Wednesday

I decide to wear black. It’s getting crazy. I’m getting all these calls from designers and stylists asking me to wear their clothes. Apparently, people on the Internet are rating my outfits. With everything happening in the worldA??,??__in Iraq, in AfricaA??,??__this is what they focus on?

By this time I am definitely in charge of the lunch. Today, it turns out, my favorite Jamaican restaurant, Clippers, called the Sanitation and said they wanted to send lunch over. It’s on Rockaway Boulevard in Queens, and every time I come in at JFK, I stop there. It’s so goodA??,??__the closest thing to my grandmother’s cooking. Everybody loves it.

Thursday

I get dressed in an Etro top and Pologeorgis fur and put on this Knicks cap that Spike gave me. On my way in today, I decide to say hello to the paparazzi, because, I meanA??,??__God bless themA??,??__it’s like they’ve been doing community service too. They’ve been out here in the cold all week.

We clean the downstairs hall. Bob Marley is on the radio, which is nice. For lunch, Mr. Barry recommends a place in Little Italy.

After work, I take the subway uptown.

The last time I was on the subway you had to use tokens.

Friday

My last day. Clean the offices downstairs. Sade’s playing on the radio. The important thing to me is that I did my job,

I want to walk out of here with my head up. I want to go out in style, and fashion is what I’ve done for 21 years. It’s something that I love. So, when I’m finished with my work, I slip on the silver sequined Dolce & Gabbana demi-couture gown that I packed in my bag this morning.

I put it on lying down so I can’t be snapped by the paparazzi, who can see in the window. When I get outside, they start screaming, going crazy, as I get into my friend Giuseppe Cipriani’s silver Bentley.

I go back to his place and relax for an hour before I fly out to Miami, because I want to watch my friends Venus and Serena [Williams] play in the Sony Ericsson/IMG tournament.

I learned from my mistakes.

I’m enjoying my life in recovery, and I don’t find it boring. And it’s just one day at a time. That’s how I’m going to live.

Full excerpts at Style.com - “The Naomi Diaries”