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She smells like pinon incense and honey and she looks like a tiny, blue-eyed angel.
Left: Dress by Awaveawake, leather jacket by OFF WHITE, necklace and ring by Elisabeth Bell. Right (and top image): Dress by Helmut Lang, boots by Dior, bracelet by Lilou, earrings by Shay
Whatever; here I am!
This is what she tries to do with her albums, too, she tells me.
In my mind, Im making historical documents.
Phair flits through the gallery like a hummingbird, all flowing hair and floaty boho-chic maxidress.
A multi-chinned fellow reminds us both of Rob Kardashian.
Phairs current project caters to those loyalists.
I needed certain people to see it.
But no, honestly, in a weird way, I dont have that gene …
I have the need to be taken seriously.
Paradoxically, they are lyrically bold, stadium-bombastic.
I went from unemployed and super-avoiding-joining-society to being famous.
She is claustrophobic carpools are a no-go, as are crowds and subways.
At 29, she gave birth to their son.
At first, this was a relief.
Being a musician, even now, doesnt feel like my rightful job, Phair explains.
Its kind of weird when Im onstage now, I love it.
When Im on downtime, shes around.
You have to start giving dinner parties; you have to like do things in the community.
There was just a whole extra job component.
Whitechocolatespaceeggis almost nobody elses favorite Liz Phair album, but lately it is mine.
Of course, when it came out, I was 17, and I didnt understand it one bit.
She says she can still cry thinking about that time, too.
I did bait-and-switch him a little bit, she says of her ex-husband.
Her claustrophobia isnt only about crowds and tight spaces; its also about commitments.
People stopped having CD collections and feeling safe in tall buildings?
Everyone hatedLiz Phair,Liz Phair fans most of all.
And to be honest, I dont love it either.
The New YorkTimeslikenedthe album to a midlife crisis.
I felt like women are really seen as a version of a human.
Were not the main humans.
Were not here to stay.
Were not the firmament, were a shooting star.
Her son was young; she was single and supporting him.
Everyones like, Wheres your edge?
And Im like, Well, Im not attracted to the edge right now.
And did it work?
These days, her eye is on a different prize entirely: Im not in it for approval.
Im in it for a totally different drug.
Im in it for creation itself.
Im obsessed with the creative process.
Im actually abjectly terrified to be up there and have like a brain short-circuit.
Just like … a woman working.
Here are my opinions.
I feel like we are obligated to put stuff out to counteract what is coming in.
Its so nice there in that depth; I wish I could stay there forever.
