Now that Kim Kardashian’s T&A has been plastered all over your timelines in her ploy to “break the Internet,” Paper’s interview with the reality star has also (and not as ceremoniously) been released. Titled “No Filer: An Afternoon With Kim Kardashian,” the cover story details a day spent with Mrs. Kanye West, as she take North to a pumpkin patch, and discusses fame, selfies and social media. Pretty deep stuff (kidding).
But there were a few things to note. Here’s what we learned:
She looks like a cartoon in real life:
Her black hair is thicker than any you have ever seen, her lips fuller, her giant Bambi-eyes larger, their whites whiter, and the lashes that frame them longer. If some of this is the result of artificial enhancement — does anyone else have eyelashes that resemble miniature feather dusters? — none of it seems obviously ersatz. But that’s not to say it looks real, either. She is like a beautiful anime character come to life.
Pumpkin picking with North wasn’t exactly a blast:
“I couldn’t really pick out our pumpkins, and [North] couldn’t really enjoy it,” she says. After a moment, perhaps concerned that she has come perilously close to complaining about her fame, she adds matter-of-factly: “You just have to not care. You just have to say, ‘This is our life, and it is what it is.’
She’s all super Zen and stuff:
“All my friends tell me the world could be coming to an end, and I’m always so calm.”
She confides in you, without actually confiding in you:
Take the stream of small faux-confidences that she offers during the interview. They reveal very little yet foster a sense of closeness. She tells me that she is “obsessed with apps” but, when I ask her to name one, she replies, “I like all different apps.” […] Her behavior suggests that the key to total ubiquity is giving up all of one’s verbal edges and sharp angles (while occasionally tossing out a memorable visual flare: a sex tape, say, or a nude photo shoot).
That Kim. K you see on TV, is actually Kim. K:
We’re accustomed to our performers having onstage and backstage registers, but for her there is no division between the two. This is, indeed, the definition of a reality star. She’s not performing, that is — at least not visibly. She is being, and being is her act. Her appeal derives from her uncanny consistency, as does that of her show.
She has a photogenic memory… of her photos:
I remark that I am surprised she can remember and differentiate among a bunch of near-identical photos of her face. She can, she says; she is sorting them chronologically, dating them by what she wore to specific events. “I know what I wore, what accessories I wore, where I was, who I was with,” she tells me. “I remember everything.”
Kim Kardashian = (over)sharing:
“I love sharing my world with people,” Kardashian tells me, and I detect no hint of falseness. “That’s just who I am.” No more, no less.