December 2, 2025 • 11 mins
Faith Kates has resigned from her position following the release of newly surfaced emails linking her more directly and more knowingly to Jeffrey Epstein, a longtime associate whose network has continued to unravel publicly. Kates, a powerful figure in the entertainment and media world for decades, has faced escalating scrutiny over her proximity to Epstein and her alleged awareness of his behavior. While she has long maintained distance and denied knowledge of his crimes, the documents that recently emerged severely undermine those claims, indicating deeper involvement and raising significant questions about what she knew and when she knew it. Her resignation, announced abruptly and without detail, comes amid growing public pressure and calls for accountability against individuals who enabled or turned a blind eye to Epstein’s activities.
Despite a history of influence and a carefully curated public image, Kates’ departure is widely viewed not as an act of responsibility but as a strategic attempt to mitigate fallout before further revelations surface. The timing of her exit strongly suggests an effort to get ahead of an approaching crisis rather than a voluntary or moral decision. Observers note that resignations following damaging disclosures have become a familiar pattern among Epstein’s network, as former allies scramble to distance themselves while survivors and advocates demand transparency. As investigations continue and additional communications are expected, the resignation is likely only the beginning of a much larger reckoning for figures linked to Epstein’s operation.
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Despite a history of influence and a carefully curated public image, Kates’ departure is widely viewed not as an act of responsibility but as a strategic attempt to mitigate fallout before further revelations surface. The timing of her exit strongly suggests an effort to get ahead of an approaching crisis rather than a voluntary or moral decision. Observers note that resignations following damaging disclosures have become a familiar pattern among Epstein’s network, as former allies scramble to distance themselves while survivors and advocates demand transparency. As investigations continue and additional communications are expected, the resignation is likely only the beginning of a much larger reckoning for figures linked to Epstein’s operation.
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bobbycapucci@protonmail.com
source:
Exclusive | Next Model Management co-founder Faith Kates 'retires' after Jeffrey Epstein e-mails resurface
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
What's up, everyone, and welcome to another episode of the
Epstein Chronicles. In this article, we're going to talk about
Next Model Management co founder Faith Kates and how she's
been forced to step back or retire now in the
wake of the Epstein emails becoming available for a public consumption.
And now Faith Kates, who was very very close to
(00:21):
Jeffrey Epstein for a very long time, and now Faith
Kates is dealing with that blowback. So what we're going
to do first is read this article from the New
York Post. It's relatively short, and then we'll follow that
up with my opinion. But first things first, let's get
to the article. This article was published by the New
York Post and the headline next Model Management co founder
(00:42):
Faith Kates retires after Jeffrey Epstein email's resurface. This article
was authored by Carlos Grier. Next Model's co founder Faith
Kates is the latest female powerhouse to take a hit
amid the Jeffrey Epstein files. We're told Kates, who co
founded the modeling agency in nineteen eighty nine, quietly exited
the company via a grammatically challenged email on November twenty fourth,
(01:05):
after her friendly emails with the pedal resurfaced. In the
email obtained by Page six, Kate wrote, thirty six years
after starting Next by accident, I've decided it's the right
moment to step back and retire from a job I love.
She attributed her decision to being a thirty year cancer
survivor who now wants to step back in order to
(01:26):
give back the foundation that I've been working with for
the past years. Now at a critical point, and now
with the assistance of AI and the brilliant doctors we
have been working with, we will be able to diagnose
gyneological diseases sooner and save so many lives, she wrote.
She concluded by telling Next I'll be cheering you on
from the sidelines. An industry source told Page six that
(01:50):
she was forced out and is now spinning it as
if she retired, But it's no coincidence that it's happening
while her name is being riddled through all of the
currently released Epstein files, they said. Another baffled insider explained
Kate's decision to characterize her departure as her retirement was
hers and hers alone. A spokesperson for the modeling agency
(02:12):
did not comment Kate's resurfaced Epstein emails are from twenty seventeen,
two years before the billionaire was arrested on federal sex
trafficking charges that landed him awaiting trial in jail. He
was found dead of an apparent suicide two months after
the arrest. In one email, Epstein name drops Honeycomb, Hedge
Fund founder David Faizel, and Trump while discussing Thanksgiving plans.
(02:36):
Scroll further down the email chain in Kate's gushes about
how she always wants to see Epstein and asks when
he's back in NYC. We're told Epstein was seen around
the next offices in the aughts, but he just seemed
like some dude. No one knew him, the sore said.
Kate's did not get back to us, all right, So
there's the story now, my opinion, In a move that
(02:59):
is so oh overdue, it's practically fossilized faith, Kates has
finally stepped down from her perch of pretend innocence. The
resignation letters should have been written in crayon years ago,
but hey, better late than never, right, I mean, you
could almost set your watch to the rhythm of Epstein
Enabler's trying to outrun the consequences. TikTok, TikTok. Someone else
with their fingerprints all over this horror show tries to
(03:22):
slip out the back door, like a drunk sneaking out
of a motel at sunrise after a questionable night of
being a dirty stayout. It's the same pathetic parade every time.
First they say nothing, then they swear innocence, Then I'm
stepping down statement comes slithering out like a rat escaping
a burning warehouse. Faith Kates spent years swanning around the
(03:43):
industry like she was the queen of decency in class
when anyone with a functioning prefrontal cortex could smell the
rot three blocks away. The people who defended her would
say that she was misunderstood, pressed for time, too busy
running an empire to notice her buddy Jeffrey trafficking chin
children all right, because that's the kind of detail you
(04:04):
just miss, like forgetting your keys or leaving your headlights
on overnight. The selective blindness routine has worn out its welcome,
like your drunk uncle at Thanksgiving who won't stop telling
fart jokes. These are the same people who would swear
on a stack of bibles that the Titanic merely experienced
some unexpected water intake. Clowns, a lot of them spinning
(04:26):
bullshit like a Tiltal World operator who lost the manual
years ago, and now after these newly unearthed emails have
bludgeoned their way into the public arena like a drunken
rhino on roller skates, the jig is up. The pr
machine couldn't puff enough perfume over the corpse to hide
that stench. Even the most creative spin artist working overtime
(04:47):
with a tasaurus, a blowtorch, and a barrel of for
breeze couldn't salvage this wreckage. And these emails didn't just
expose a crack in her armor. They blew a crater
in her chest plate and scattered the shards across the floor.
When the truth lands, like an anvil dropped off a skyscraper,
the cartoon characters get flattened, and Faith is lying there
(05:08):
like wiley coyote, holding a smoking bundle of dynamite, blinking
in disbelief that it actually went off. Faith Kates didn't
step down because of integrity. She stepped down because even
she could see the tidal wave forming on the horizon
with her name spray paint did across it in six
foot tall letters. This is what happens when the dam
breaks and the sewage finally washes back over the people
(05:30):
who built the pipeline. And now she's scrambling, pretending this
was part of her plan transition. Like any of us
believe that corporate's fairy tale, nobody wakes up on a
random Tuesday and decides they're done with power unless someone's
kicking in the door with subpoenas, and folks like I
always tell you, they try the same playbook, denied, distract,
de fleck, demand sympathy. You can set your clock to
(05:52):
the predictability. But this time the universe said, sorry, sweetheart,
we're doing some accountability today. It's the same exhausted script
the audience is seen a thousand times. They shuffle out
like actors it a school play who never learned their lines,
desperately hoping that if they cry hard enough, someone's going
to pat them on the back and tell them that
(06:14):
they're still loved. Newsflash, nobody's clapping, nobody's fooled, and nobody's
offering your bitch ass tissues. You would think that after
spending years in the Epstein orbit, she would have built
some fireproofing into her exit plan. But here we are,
once again watching another self appointed tighten the power sprint
for the door, like someone who just realized their debit
(06:34):
card got declined in front of a full line at
the grocery store. This shit is almost Shakespearean in its stupidity,
because look these emails. They're devastating, not because we didn't know,
but because they ripped away the last little shred of
plausible deniability. And now suddenly she's resigned for personal reasons?
Is that what we're calling? I don't want to get
(06:55):
called out on the carpet now. The euphemisms they invent
could fill a self helpile transitioning to new opportunities, stepping
back to focus on family, translation, running like a bat
out of hell while shredding documents and calling lawyers at
two am. Personal reasons, my ass, The only personal reason
here is self preservation wrapped in panic sweat. There's always
(07:19):
this frantic rush to rewrite the past. After the mask
melts off. These people act shocks, stunned, horrified, like they
just discovered Epstein wasn't a misunderstood financier but an industrial
scale predator with a bunch of enablers who conveniently look
the other way while cashing the checks. They clutch their
pearls and they insist they had no idea, And the
(07:40):
rest of us scream into the void, asking how blind
you have to be to miss a freight train covered
in screaming red flags. Faith Kates built a reputation on
power influencing connections. Oh baby, did she ever those connections
are exactly what's strangling her now. Turns out those Epstein
friendships don't age so well in the sunlight. Shocking, absolutely shocking.
(08:02):
Who could have ever predicted that? The shit is almost poetic?
The very network that once made her untouchable is now
dragging her face first through the mud with a chain
around her ankle. And let's be real, this isn't a resignation.
It's a pre negotiated strategic evacuation executed with the grace
of a penguin falling down a staircase. She's trying to
(08:24):
jump off the sinking ship before the barnacles start testifying.
Can you imagine these crisis meetings, sweaty ass boardroom faces,
lawyers with dead ass eyes, sand words like optics, and
containment strategy. As the reality sets in that the House
of cards is collapsing and when the wave hits, and
it will hit, it won't be a cute little splash.
(08:47):
We're talking tsunami level destruction, windows shattering, foundations collapsing, and
every secret's heeled under concrete suddenly floating to the surface
like bloated corpses after a flood. No one's a wave
like that. By ducking, you either face it or you
get rolled, and Faith is about to learn what drowning
feels like in slow motion. Watching these dominoes continue to
(09:12):
fall is like binge watching a morbid reality show where
every episode ends with another monster pretending to be shocked
that the monster hunting squad finally found their front door cute,
the dramatic violins fade the black roll credits. Meanwhile, the
audience is sitting on their couch eating popcorn, saying, oh,
hell yeah, run that shit back because keeping it a buck.
(09:35):
The idea that she didn't know what Epstein was really
doing isn't just laughable, it's galaxy level absurd. It's like
claiming you didn't realize the guy you carpool with every
morning has a chainsaw, dripping blood in the back seat.
Oh that I thought he was doing lumber work. You
don't have to be Sherlock Holmes to connect the dots
that were screaming from the rooftops and neon lighting. She
(09:56):
sees what's coming. They all do. The waterline has been
rising slowly, but now the sirens are blaring, and even
the most stubborn rats are leaping from the deck. Nobody's
waiting around to see how the investigation unfolds. They're grabbing lifeboats,
duct taping holes and praying to God's they stop believing
in decades ago, and in all the madness and the disgustingness,
(10:18):
what's beautiful here is the poetic justice. For years, the
survivors were dismissed, minimized, and silenced. Now the enablers are
being peeled off one by one, like wallpaper in a
flooded basement. No defense attorney in the world can stop that.
Accountability is patient, and it's finally found its stride. And
this is in cancel culture. Its consequence culture. Faith wanted
(10:41):
to control the narrative. Faith wanted to decide how history
you would remember her. But history is rewriting itself now
and spoiler alert, The chapter title isn't very flattering. You
don't get to curate your legacy once the crime spill
into daylight. At best, you get a footnote under enabler.
And when the wave hits the shore, And now that
(11:03):
the waves hit the shore, it didn't bring sand in seashells.
It brought wreckage, subpoenas, and the sound of thousands of
people saying we told you, we always told you. And
for the first time in our protective little empire, Faith
Caates is going to learn what it feels like when
the emperor has no clothes and the crowd isn't afraid
to say it out loud. All of the information that
(11:24):
goes with this episode can be found in the description box.
What's up, everyone, and welcome to another episode of the
Epstein Chronicles. In this article, we're going to talk about
Next Model Management co founder Faith Kates and how she's
been forced to step back or retire now in the
wake of the Epstein emails becoming available for a public consumption.
And now Faith Kates, who was very very close to
(00:21):
Jeffrey Epstein for a very long time, and now Faith
Kates is dealing with that blowback. So what we're going
to do first is read this article from the New
York Post. It's relatively short, and then we'll follow that
up with my opinion. But first things first, let's get
to the article. This article was published by the New
York Post and the headline next Model Management co founder
(00:42):
Faith Kates retires after Jeffrey Epstein email's resurface. This article
was authored by Carlos Grier. Next Model's co founder Faith
Kates is the latest female powerhouse to take a hit
amid the Jeffrey Epstein files. We're told Kates, who co
founded the modeling agency in nineteen eighty nine, quietly exited
the company via a grammatically challenged email on November twenty fourth,
(01:05):
after her friendly emails with the pedal resurfaced. In the
email obtained by Page six, Kate wrote, thirty six years
after starting Next by accident, I've decided it's the right
moment to step back and retire from a job I love.
She attributed her decision to being a thirty year cancer
survivor who now wants to step back in order to
(01:26):
give back the foundation that I've been working with for
the past years. Now at a critical point, and now
with the assistance of AI and the brilliant doctors we
have been working with, we will be able to diagnose
gyneological diseases sooner and save so many lives, she wrote.
She concluded by telling Next I'll be cheering you on
from the sidelines. An industry source told Page six that
(01:50):
she was forced out and is now spinning it as
if she retired, But it's no coincidence that it's happening
while her name is being riddled through all of the
currently released Epstein files, they said. Another baffled insider explained
Kate's decision to characterize her departure as her retirement was
hers and hers alone. A spokesperson for the modeling agency
(02:12):
did not comment Kate's resurfaced Epstein emails are from twenty seventeen,
two years before the billionaire was arrested on federal sex
trafficking charges that landed him awaiting trial in jail. He
was found dead of an apparent suicide two months after
the arrest. In one email, Epstein name drops Honeycomb, Hedge
Fund founder David Faizel, and Trump while discussing Thanksgiving plans.
(02:36):
Scroll further down the email chain in Kate's gushes about
how she always wants to see Epstein and asks when
he's back in NYC. We're told Epstein was seen around
the next offices in the aughts, but he just seemed
like some dude. No one knew him, the sore said.
Kate's did not get back to us, all right, So
there's the story now, my opinion, In a move that
(02:59):
is so oh overdue, it's practically fossilized faith, Kates has
finally stepped down from her perch of pretend innocence. The
resignation letters should have been written in crayon years ago,
but hey, better late than never, right, I mean, you
could almost set your watch to the rhythm of Epstein
Enabler's trying to outrun the consequences. TikTok, TikTok. Someone else
with their fingerprints all over this horror show tries to
(03:22):
slip out the back door, like a drunk sneaking out
of a motel at sunrise after a questionable night of
being a dirty stayout. It's the same pathetic parade every time.
First they say nothing, then they swear innocence, Then I'm
stepping down statement comes slithering out like a rat escaping
a burning warehouse. Faith Kates spent years swanning around the
(03:43):
industry like she was the queen of decency in class
when anyone with a functioning prefrontal cortex could smell the
rot three blocks away. The people who defended her would
say that she was misunderstood, pressed for time, too busy
running an empire to notice her buddy Jeffrey trafficking chin
children all right, because that's the kind of detail you
(04:04):
just miss, like forgetting your keys or leaving your headlights
on overnight. The selective blindness routine has worn out its welcome,
like your drunk uncle at Thanksgiving who won't stop telling
fart jokes. These are the same people who would swear
on a stack of bibles that the Titanic merely experienced
some unexpected water intake. Clowns, a lot of them spinning
(04:26):
bullshit like a Tiltal World operator who lost the manual
years ago, and now after these newly unearthed emails have
bludgeoned their way into the public arena like a drunken
rhino on roller skates, the jig is up. The pr
machine couldn't puff enough perfume over the corpse to hide
that stench. Even the most creative spin artist working overtime
(04:47):
with a tasaurus, a blowtorch, and a barrel of for
breeze couldn't salvage this wreckage. And these emails didn't just
expose a crack in her armor. They blew a crater
in her chest plate and scattered the shards across the floor.
When the truth lands, like an anvil dropped off a skyscraper,
the cartoon characters get flattened, and Faith is lying there
(05:08):
like wiley coyote, holding a smoking bundle of dynamite, blinking
in disbelief that it actually went off. Faith Kates didn't
step down because of integrity. She stepped down because even
she could see the tidal wave forming on the horizon
with her name spray paint did across it in six
foot tall letters. This is what happens when the dam
breaks and the sewage finally washes back over the people
(05:30):
who built the pipeline. And now she's scrambling, pretending this
was part of her plan transition. Like any of us
believe that corporate's fairy tale, nobody wakes up on a
random Tuesday and decides they're done with power unless someone's
kicking in the door with subpoenas, and folks like I
always tell you, they try the same playbook, denied, distract,
de fleck, demand sympathy. You can set your clock to
(05:52):
the predictability. But this time the universe said, sorry, sweetheart,
we're doing some accountability today. It's the same exhausted script
the audience is seen a thousand times. They shuffle out
like actors it a school play who never learned their lines,
desperately hoping that if they cry hard enough, someone's going
to pat them on the back and tell them that
(06:14):
they're still loved. Newsflash, nobody's clapping, nobody's fooled, and nobody's
offering your bitch ass tissues. You would think that after
spending years in the Epstein orbit, she would have built
some fireproofing into her exit plan. But here we are,
once again watching another self appointed tighten the power sprint
for the door, like someone who just realized their debit
(06:34):
card got declined in front of a full line at
the grocery store. This shit is almost Shakespearean in its stupidity,
because look these emails. They're devastating, not because we didn't know,
but because they ripped away the last little shred of
plausible deniability. And now suddenly she's resigned for personal reasons?
Is that what we're calling? I don't want to get
(06:55):
called out on the carpet now. The euphemisms they invent
could fill a self helpile transitioning to new opportunities, stepping
back to focus on family, translation, running like a bat
out of hell while shredding documents and calling lawyers at
two am. Personal reasons, my ass, The only personal reason
here is self preservation wrapped in panic sweat. There's always
(07:19):
this frantic rush to rewrite the past. After the mask
melts off. These people act shocks, stunned, horrified, like they
just discovered Epstein wasn't a misunderstood financier but an industrial
scale predator with a bunch of enablers who conveniently look
the other way while cashing the checks. They clutch their
pearls and they insist they had no idea, And the
(07:40):
rest of us scream into the void, asking how blind
you have to be to miss a freight train covered
in screaming red flags. Faith Kates built a reputation on
power influencing connections. Oh baby, did she ever those connections
are exactly what's strangling her now. Turns out those Epstein
friendships don't age so well in the sunlight. Shocking, absolutely shocking.
(08:02):
Who could have ever predicted that? The shit is almost poetic?
The very network that once made her untouchable is now
dragging her face first through the mud with a chain
around her ankle. And let's be real, this isn't a resignation.
It's a pre negotiated strategic evacuation executed with the grace
of a penguin falling down a staircase. She's trying to
(08:24):
jump off the sinking ship before the barnacles start testifying.
Can you imagine these crisis meetings, sweaty ass boardroom faces,
lawyers with dead ass eyes, sand words like optics, and
containment strategy. As the reality sets in that the House
of cards is collapsing and when the wave hits, and
it will hit, it won't be a cute little splash.
(08:47):
We're talking tsunami level destruction, windows shattering, foundations collapsing, and
every secret's heeled under concrete suddenly floating to the surface
like bloated corpses after a flood. No one's a wave
like that. By ducking, you either face it or you
get rolled, and Faith is about to learn what drowning
feels like in slow motion. Watching these dominoes continue to
(09:12):
fall is like binge watching a morbid reality show where
every episode ends with another monster pretending to be shocked
that the monster hunting squad finally found their front door cute,
the dramatic violins fade the black roll credits. Meanwhile, the
audience is sitting on their couch eating popcorn, saying, oh,
hell yeah, run that shit back because keeping it a buck.
(09:35):
The idea that she didn't know what Epstein was really
doing isn't just laughable, it's galaxy level absurd. It's like
claiming you didn't realize the guy you carpool with every
morning has a chainsaw, dripping blood in the back seat.
Oh that I thought he was doing lumber work. You
don't have to be Sherlock Holmes to connect the dots
that were screaming from the rooftops and neon lighting. She
(09:56):
sees what's coming. They all do. The waterline has been
rising slowly, but now the sirens are blaring, and even
the most stubborn rats are leaping from the deck. Nobody's
waiting around to see how the investigation unfolds. They're grabbing lifeboats,
duct taping holes and praying to God's they stop believing
in decades ago, and in all the madness and the disgustingness,
(10:18):
what's beautiful here is the poetic justice. For years, the
survivors were dismissed, minimized, and silenced. Now the enablers are
being peeled off one by one, like wallpaper in a
flooded basement. No defense attorney in the world can stop that.
Accountability is patient, and it's finally found its stride. And
this is in cancel culture. Its consequence culture. Faith wanted
(10:41):
to control the narrative. Faith wanted to decide how history
you would remember her. But history is rewriting itself now
and spoiler alert, The chapter title isn't very flattering. You
don't get to curate your legacy once the crime spill
into daylight. At best, you get a footnote under enabler.
And when the wave hits the shore, And now that
(11:03):
the waves hit the shore, it didn't bring sand in seashells.
It brought wreckage, subpoenas, and the sound of thousands of
people saying we told you, we always told you. And
for the first time in our protective little empire, Faith
Caates is going to learn what it feels like when
the emperor has no clothes and the crowd isn't afraid
to say it out loud. All of the information that
(11:24):
goes with this episode can be found in the description box.
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