There’s something about Chloe. Downing pitchers at prize night last Thursday, Nay and I somehow segued from Encino Man to Chloe Sevigny. So, she’s been on my mind ever since, and truth be told, so has Brandon Frazier. First off, we were both dumbfounded when her IMDB page finally loaded on my blackberry to reveal she was born in 1974, making her NOT a teenager. I somehow always thought she was at least my age, maybe a year older; essentially, I’ve been aging vis-a-vis how old I think Chloe Sevigny is. This strategy has clearly been erroneous since I am neither a teenager nor in my thirties.
But I still love Chloe for other reasons, despite our not inhabiting the same age-group. Nay and I both agreed that she’s an ugly kind of pretty, which makes her actually kinda beautiful. And unlike the typical Hollywood bombshell, I dunno, Jessica Simpson comes to mind, one never really gets sick of looking at Chloe Sevigny because her look is just so protean – whereas bubble-gum lipgloss, bleach blonde curls and high cheekbones have a certain stasis only plastic surgery can afford.
Imagine my delight when I found out she’s designed a capsule collection for New York’s Opening Ceremony! You can pre-order items from the collection right now online. These are my favourite, obviously: the mapplethorpe t-shirts. Collaborating with the Robert Mapplethorpe foundation, Ms. Sevigny picked out a selection of Mapplethorpe’s photography from the 70s and 80s and had the images printed onto white t-shirts. Some have got a bust of Apollo and others, Lisa Lyon’s crabby vagina. Which to choose, which to choose….