conversation with Cara Delevingne is a bit like going
down a rabbit hole. You start off politely talking about
make-up – the star, who turns 27 on August 12, is the
new face of Dior Addict Stellar Shine lipstick – and
within moments you’ve zigzagged into feminism,
masturbation, depression and her love of Bear Grylls.
Curiouser and curiouser.
For a globally famous supermodel – after Kendall
Jenner, she was one of the highest paid in the world
last year, raking in about $14 million – she’s pleasingly
un-supermodelly. Sitting on a sofa in the sumptuous
penthouse suite of a Parisian hotel, we are surrounded
by colourful macarons, vases of plump pink peonies
and chic silver bullets of Dior lipsticks. The setting is
très French, but Delevingne is exceedingly English.
“Do you mind if I take my shoes off?” she asks in plum-
my tones. By all means, I say, relax. “Take it easssssssy!”
she trills, bursting into song, slipping off her pointy
black flats and curling her long legs beneath her. She’s
eccentric, effusive and when she can’t think of a suffi-
ciently entertaining answer to a question, she swears
like Hugh Grant in Four Weddings and a Funeral.
Delevingne may come from a privileged back-
ground – her maternal grandmother was once
Princess Margaret’s lady-in-waiting and her god-
mother is Joan Collins – but she has an everywoman
appeal that’s earned her more than 40 million follow-
ers on Instagram and over 10 million on Twitter. It
is this frankness and willingness to talk about her
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