When Britney Spears was named the cover girl for Allure’s September issue back in 2007, readers waited expectedly for talk of her children, her divorce, and her then ever spiraling decline. But instead, they got nothing. Getting Britney in the studio for the photo shoot was a procedure in and of itself. Forget about a sit down interview.
When Gay Talese attempted to profile Frank Sinatra in April 1966, he too was given the run around, and was told repeatedly by the plethora of vibrant individuals in the musician’s life that he couldn’t sit down for an interview. Sinatra was busy. He was recording. He had a cold.
And in the most recent case of a celebrity interview sans celebrity, Lindsay Lohan posed for Complex Magazine (title sounds quite fitting, no?) with some animated art by famed street artist KAWS. But no interview accompanied the odd spread. Rather, a disclaimer:
So here we are. As we go to press, it’s late June—more than a month since we shot these pictures—and we still haven’t gotten our interview. Emails have gone unanswered; the same for voicemails we left with her mom, Dina. The photographers’ agent, who’s known Lindsay for a long time, admitted to us that he hasn’t had contact with her for weeks. When you don’t have a publicist and your personal assistant resigns, it’s a lot easier to disappear. Look, Lindsay: hard as this is to believe, we get it. And when you’re up on the tightrope, and the wind is whipping around you, and the whole world is waiting—fucking salivating—for you to fall, shit can feel cold. What makes it worse is that you’ve been fucked by everyone you were supposed to trust, everyone who told you they cared about you and had your best interests in mind. It’s you against the world right now; We’d disappear, too. But know this: whenever you’re ready, we’re ready. And we haven’t given up on you. So yeah, world, we got that white girl. But don’t think you, or anyone, are gonna get more than she gives you. Ever.