She recently dyed her hair black, accenting the look with more red lipstick, red fingernails, and - mais oui - red toenails.
Maskrey cardigan, a navy tank, and a black American Apparel skirt. And she is dressed for the occasion in a sparkly red J. Is her current favorite movie.) She's implicitly aware that this interview-with no hovering minders, no publicists, no Mom-represents something of a coming-out party. (This may explain why the French period drama Molière Mom and I were like 30 minutes late for the airport because we're both very flaky people."įrances is disarmingly direct, dispensing bons mots like a 17th-century raconteur. "I bought them maybe three minutes before we got on the plane 'cause we were staying at the Four Seasons and Prada is right next door, thank God. "Oh, yeah, they're Prada," she says in rat-a-tat-tat style. "That's where I'm going to live, I'm convinced of it." The two were captured by the paparazzi at LAX, Frances wearing a shock of red lipstick and a pair of satin heels almost as tall as she is. "New York is like my dream city," Frances proclaims. I'm not gonna lie."įrances and Courtney just got back from New York, where they were looking for apartments. "I love so much," Frances says, plopping on the couch. Said lair houses a kitten ("She's called One, Two, Three because I couldn't decide what to name her"), a big-screen TV, and, on the couch, a BlackBerry and a DVD of Sex and the City Sex and the City A chatty, spritelike firecracker, Frances, 15, is bouncing around her lair, a guesthouse at the back of Courtney's grand manse in Beverly Hills. Those who think Frances Bean Cobain is an enigma wrapped in rock 'n' roll mystery, a shy, blue-eyed kid clinging to mother Courtney Love's hand on assorted red carpets, would be sadly mistaken.
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