Our dear friend Rihanna is on the cover of T Magazine’s “The Greats” issue and inside the magazine, she’s being interviewed by renaissance woman and queen of quirk, Miranda July. The interview is very…Miranda July-y.
First and foremost, the pair hit it off after expressing mutual appreciation for each other’s eyeballs.
Rihanna hugged me hello and we sat down in front of two glasses of white wine. ‘‘Your eyes are amazing,’’ she told me, pulling her chair closer. ‘‘I’m staring at you and I feel like my eyes are gonna blur because all I can see are those tiny dots.’’
‘‘Well, it’s mutual,’’ I said stiffly. ‘‘Trust me.’’ It was probably the weakest compliment she’d ever received but praising her seemed like a slippery slope. I glanced down at my carefully typed-up questions, looking for an easy opener.
Lest you forget:
Looking at her, I was reminded that thousands of people search ‘‘Rihanna’s eyes’’ every year. And there they were: a pair of dizzying hazel-green starbursts. I took another gulp of wine. ‘‘What turns you on?’’
They also like each other’s clothes: