Lily Allen answers the door of her West London flat this chilly November afternoon, quelling a halfhearted attack from her new dog Mabel, who greets me with a succession of snarls, barks, and exploratory lunges. Upon entering, I quickly realize that Allen's home is not so much a three-bedroom apartment as a living autobiographical art installation. On the wall near the front door hangs a two-by-three-foot print of her police citation for a March 2007 assault on a paparazzo. In the open-plan kitchen/living-room area, there are portraits of her baby half sister, Teddie Rose, and of her godfather, Joe Strummer of the Clash. Read the rest HERE.
Πέμπτη 14 Μαΐου 2009
Lily Allen by Ellen von Unwerth
Lily Allen answers the door of her West London flat this chilly November afternoon, quelling a halfhearted attack from her new dog Mabel, who greets me with a succession of snarls, barks, and exploratory lunges. Upon entering, I quickly realize that Allen's home is not so much a three-bedroom apartment as a living autobiographical art installation. On the wall near the front door hangs a two-by-three-foot print of her police citation for a March 2007 assault on a paparazzo. In the open-plan kitchen/living-room area, there are portraits of her baby half sister, Teddie Rose, and of her godfather, Joe Strummer of the Clash. Read the rest HERE.
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