I love Chloe Sevigny. I love her for saying in a radio interview (as reported by The Cut) that she dislikes attending fashion shows because “It’s very high school, it’s very `the most popular kids in the front row’…It’s not fun for me. It’s work.” Because fashion shows can in fact be pretty ick that way.
I love her for wearing this dress to the the Met Ball and not caring that it was going to land her on a thousand worst-dressed lists.
I really love her apartment.
And I love Chloe because she has pretty much always been Chloe. When she was still in high school Chloe became an intern in the fashion department at Sassy (after she was discovered hanging out with some skater kids by this lady). You couldn’t take your eyes off of her, because she had such great style.
And remarkable blonde hair, which went on forever. (And how wonderfully echt-Sassy is this kooky-ass fashion spread? I think was probably styled by Mary Clarke.)
Then one day she came in and her hair was gone. Not gone as in bobbed, or even Rosemary’s Baby-era Mia Farrow gone. Not shaved either, just maybe one inch long all around. It was such a jolt that I actually sort of felt it in my gut when I saw her. But Chloe was into it.Then, as now, pretty wasn’t always the endgame for her. The new and different and quite-possibly-nuts was. This requires an admirable lack of vanity, and one that is certainly rare among actresses.
Sometimes, in photos of her on red carpets and at parties, she’s wearing some piece I can’t even begin to understand. But she always looks like she’s really into it, which makes me love her crazy ass even more.