Glamorama
Monday, August 4th, 2008
“Arousal for Chloe: Sinead O’Connor CD, beeswax candles, my cologne, a lie. Beneath the scent of cocnut her hair smells like juniper, even willow. Chloe sleeps across from me, dreaming of photographers flashing light meters inches from her face, of running naked down a freezing beach pretending it’s summer, of sitting under a palm tree full of spiders in Borneo, of getting off an overnight flight, gliding across another red carpet, paparazzi waiting. Miramax keeps calling, a dream within the dream of six hundred interview sessions melding into nightmares involving white-sand beaches in the South Pacific, a sunset over the Mediterranean, the French Alps, Milan, Paris, Tokyo, the icy waves, the pink newspapers from foreign countries, stacks of magazines with her unblemished face airbrushed to death adn cropped close ont he covers, and it’s hard to sleep when a sentence fro a Vanity Fair profile of Chloe by Kevin Sessums refuses to leave me: “Even though we’ve never met she looks eerily familiar, as if we’ve known her forever.”
-Bret Easton Ellis, Glamorama
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