Amanda Hope, Miss July, 1992

Amanda Hope, Miss July, 1992Amanda Hope settles back onto a large green duffel bag in the middle of a sidewalk in London's Chelsea district. It is not even eight A.M.—damp fog still hangs in the air, a milk delivery truck roars by—but Amanda is already going a mile a minute. "My life's a dadgum circus," says Miss July in her native Texan drawl—and there is some truth to that. Twelve hours earlier, Amanda had been in Germany, where she plays music for a living; at the moment, she sits o...