Jennifer Lawrence graces the coveted September cover of Vogue, and the accompanying interview is typically Jennifer Lawrence. It’s filled with run-offs and asides and more quirks than Silver Linings Playbook, for which she won an Oscar in February.
But midway through the article, the interview takes a bit of a serious, somewhat surprising, turn as the 23-year-old explains how she’s struggling with her new-found level of fame.
“I teeter on seeming ungrateful when I talk about this,” she says after a restaurant patron blatantly takes a photo of her, “but I’m kind of going through a meltdown about it lately. All of a sudden the entire world feels entitled to know everything about me, including what I’m doing on my weekends when I’m spending time with my nephew. And I don’t have the right to say, ‘I’m with my family.'”
If I were just your average 23-year-old girl, and I called the police to say that there were strange men sleeping on my lawn and following me to Starbucks, they would leap into action. But because I am a famous person, well, sorry, ma’am, there’s nothing we can do. It makes no sense … I am just not OK with it. It’s as simple as that. I am just a normal girl and a human being, and I haven’t been in this long enough to feel like this is my new normal. I’m not going to find peace with it.
For a brief moment, you get that panicky feeling inside of you, like, “Oh God, Katniss is totally six months away from throwing bongs out of her apartment window.”
But by page six, the article – and Lawrence – return to its roots.
Suddenly, her assistant and best friend of four years, Justine, walks in. She’s just come back from having lunch with an ex-boyfriend, and they parse the meaning of every exchange. Then Lawrence gives her friend the once-over and says, “P.S. Perfect outfit. And your butt looks great in that skirt.”
Vogue hits newsstands on Aug. 20. Read the full article online.