“Come sit here you gotta teach me how to do this swipe thing.” Rihanna is all curled up in a cozy hotel bathrobe and has a pair of comfy Fenty Puma slides on her feet, and yet she radiates flawless glamour-hair tousled in loose waves, skin luminous. “So wait, you’re on a dating app? You don’t seem like the dating-app type,” she says as her almond-shaped green eyes peer into my iPhone. Right now, though, there is a more pressing issue on the agenda, one that demands her full attention: Rihanna has decided that it’s time to fix my love life. There is a stack of Fenty Beauty campaign printouts piled high on her desk awaiting her approval a flood of unanswered emails from Fenty team members in various time zones, all happily waiting on her too. It’s perhaps why she doesn’t seem particularly bothered that today’s to-do list is far from done. And when you’re Rihanna, and the world is your oyster, then time is really elastic.
In the dark, soundproofed environment of a recording studio, time is elastic. Her most intense bouts of creativity often come after midnight, a rhythm she picked up early in her music career. The evening panorama from the terrace is about as picture-postcard pretty as Paris gets, though at this late hour the lights on the Eiffel Tower have long since gone out. It’s a foggy spring night in Paris, and Rihanna has just wrapped up a meeting with her accountant in the penthouse suite of the Four Seasons hotel, a place that will serve as her makeshift office for the next few days. “People save for their whole lives to go on vacation there, and it’s easy to take that for granted,” she says. The singer describes her home, Barbados, as paradise.
0 kommentar(er)
