I bite my fingernails in private so when I emerge onto the streets of Greenwich Village I can appear shiny and bright and unconsumed like the open faces of the girls I think I look like until I’m passed over a disposable camera shot of me in someone’s apartment at 1 am where I look happy, but strange, like someone commissioned an artist to draw me from memory. I look at my gritty, muddy mouth and think about how I’ve never seen that angle of my face before but really there are only so many ways you can look at yourself. I hate when my hair stylist hands me a mirror and spins me in the buoyant chair like I’m a toddler being turned on a roundabout by her father, to come face to face with the back of my groomed head.
Lily-Rose Depp's Unsharpened Voice
Lily-Rose Depp's Unsharpened Voice
Lily-Rose Depp's Unsharpened Voice
I bite my fingernails in private so when I emerge onto the streets of Greenwich Village I can appear shiny and bright and unconsumed like the open faces of the girls I think I look like until I’m passed over a disposable camera shot of me in someone’s apartment at 1 am where I look happy, but strange, like someone commissioned an artist to draw me from memory. I look at my gritty, muddy mouth and think about how I’ve never seen that angle of my face before but really there are only so many ways you can look at yourself. I hate when my hair stylist hands me a mirror and spins me in the buoyant chair like I’m a toddler being turned on a roundabout by her father, to come face to face with the back of my groomed head.