Kirsten is on cover of Flaunt, with a beautiful shoot by Jason Hetherington and styled by Leith Clark. She tweeted the photo cover a few days ago and now you can get your own issue. Scans will be up asap.
Kirsten Dunst is so alarmingly unassuming that, at first, I don’t even notice her standing beside me in a fuzzy pink sweater and blue jeans. She is, perhaps, the kind of performer who can easily swing from red carpet premiere all the way down to our current location: an emptied rave maze in Stoke Newington, with its box office-style marquee that often reads something to the effect of “Nelly’s Dirty 30.”
I lead to the second floor—she’s soon laughing off the spilled coffee I put down my leg negotiating the stairs—in search of a spot to settle for our interview. We lean about the deserted, stripped-down rooms, each space dressed with an orderly disarray of paraphernalia; electric blue glitter-paint Monkey bikes idle beside salvaged mannequins, and, all around, monumental lighting fixtures moor to the bare floors, readied for the shoot later.
Finally we’re colluding around a table on this East London roof terrace talking Dunst’s latest picture, until the uncharacteristic morning heat pushes us into an adjacent—though no less spartanly—lounge.