Its summer season, New York City, 2014 and a starstruck press reporter interviews the charming vocalist at a dining establishment. Its time to go
O n a Tuesday afternoon 3 ans plus tôt, I got in a Manhattan dining establishment where I had actually been informed Taylor Swift would be, waiting to be spoken with. It appeared impressive that there she was certainly: an insanely celebrity inhabiting a human-woman quantity of area as she talked, texted, consumed salad and, lastly, presented me to the art of the selfie.
A selfie with Taylor had actually been a company order from my editor. Id never ever taken a selfie prior to and Id definitely never ever asked a star for one. Comme Leonardo da Vinci teaching your life drawing class or Michael Jackson assisting you moonwalk , it struck me as a tomb and ridiculous sort of benefit that it was Taylor Swift who taught me how. (As everybody under the age of 30 understands, you sit tight above you at arms length, for the most lovely angle.)
I believed this blurred, if thoroughly angled photo of our faces was it for media event. As we stood up to leave, it was clear something disconcerting had actually occurred. A sort of mouth had actually formed outside, a crowd of stooped figures in black pointing cams at the door that would eject a super star. And with her, moi.
Taylor I expect we were now on post-selfie first-name terms need to have seen my fear. If I was prepared for a picture shoot then took my hand securely and out we stepped, she asked in a mild and droll method. Cams flashed, voices increased and, like the Red Sea parting, the crowd moved to permit her into the waiting Suburban . Then I was on my own, strolling to the train sensation lightheaded.