“If I’m in a weird, small town, making a movie, and I’m in a strange apartment, I will literally be like, ‘No, please, I cannot deal. Stewart is not afraid to crash or explode, as Yuknavitch puts it.
There are certain actors who are out of their minds and so transient in their presence that they can actually convince themselves and others of anything,” she says.
“I have a harder time doing that as I get older.”What nearly capsizes Stewart guides her, provokes her to get scrappy.
Stewart avoids corny suiting; she has mastered the tuxedo without a shirt.
She wears shades and cropped T-shirts to LAX, stilettos with Mugler for a appearance, loafers and black latex pants on the red carpet at Cannes.
A thicket of short crunchy blonde that matches her eyebrows, also blonde. They are the color of dead grass, still holding the memory of its green.