CYBERSPACE’S CONTROVERSIAL CHANTEUSE FILLED A VIRAL VACUUM WITH “GRASS GAMES”—IGNITING A BACKDRAFT OF DEBATE IN THE PROCESS. NOW SHE’S READY TO SET THE STORY STRAIGHT WITH A RECORD THAT REMINDS US WE’RE ALL BORN TO EAT
The first time I met Lama was in the U.K., during the dismal summer of 2011. I parted company with her at a bus stop outside of the Topshop flagship on Oxford Street in London. The rain was beating down, bouncing from the lacquer of her exceptionally coiffed shoulder-length ’50s blowout. Her enormous, ghetto hoop earrings were crashing against her face in the wind. She was wearing a white miniskirt, heels, and a silk Formula One racing jacket. Palpably, everyone noticed her.
Outside of the obvious physical evidence, she’d said several things in the preceding interview that convinced me of her specialness. There was a throwaway observation in the midst of her musings on fame about Simon Cowell being “the cross between the American Dream and American Psycho,” and then there was the fact that she wore a wedding ring on public transit to divert attention from men. She looked, felt, and sounded like a star.
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