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When I mentioned a recent paparazzi photo of her looking like a sexy detective in another skintight leopard-patterned getup, she asked twice, with predatory delight, whether I’d looked at her camel toe. Self-possession like hers is often interpreted as pretentious, or pathological.
But over time, the confidence that the younger, anxious Clark had to fake has become bracingly real.
“It was just a lot of a lot, you know.”After the St.
Vincent tour dates ended, Clark had to learn to construct and value life away from the road — she had been on tour since age 16, when she worked as an assistant for her aunt and uncle’s jazz group. ” Though sometimes she uses those themes to dress up more mundane relationship dynamics.
In late July, she appeared in the lobby of New York City’s Marlton Hotel, her temporary home during the making of Masseduction.
She had come from pilates — which she likes because it makes her sing better and “come a lot harder” — and disappeared to change out of her leopard-print gym shorts. ) The only time her control slipped was when the hotel's stereo started playing “Who,” a knotty song from the album she made with David Byrne, and she shriveled like a salted snail at hearing her own voice.
Vincent — but the writing’s proggy complexity was cockblocking the emotion. I had no idea.”Clark is much too self-aware for this to be completely true.
She was bemused at being asked to explain the lyrics. Clark was looking for a teammate; they told each other everything that was going wrong in their lives and decided that total oblivion was the only way out of their heads.“And I still love that,” she said of touring, “but it’s more like a component of my life now rather than…my life.” Back home she indulged in a “period of bacchanalia,” and briefly got into self-medicating, an experience she turned into the lunatic track “Pills”: Imagine the Stepford Wives lost in Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory (Kamasi Washington guests on saxophone; Delevingne sings on the chorus). “Savior” explores the unhealthiness of mutual projection through a funny S&M parable involving nurses and nuns and our tediously prosaic concepts of kink: “You put me in a teacher’s little denim skirt,” Clark moans on the song.