And guys? I’m sad to say that Florence is kind of self-absorbed and silly throughout the entire interview, name-dropping when she can and telling everyone who’ll listen that “regular clothes” (as opposed to high-end haute couture) just don’t “go” with her face, and how she doesn’t recognize herself without her trademark fake red hair. As much as I like Florence’s music, this interview kind of makes me sad for her, and for her superfans, too, since they probably thought she was this, like, highly evolved, enlightened being full of light and love and selflessness.
From Marie Claire, Florence on—of course—Karl Lagerfeld:
“I ended up scrapbooking with Karl!” she laughs, recalling a later photoshoot with Lagerfeld. “We were discussing Art Deco painters, and suddenly he started ripping things out of books in his library and sticking things together with Pritt Stick glue.”
And then Florence on hair, immature romance, and clothes:
Between the fiery red mop (“I’m a lifer now—I’ve tried going back to brown, but I don’t recognize myself”) and her assertion that she looks strange in casual clothes (“My face isn’t right for them”), Welch is like catnip to designers. The wardrobe for her last U.S. summer tour was created by none other than Frida Giannini for Gucci. But Welch brings her own dramatic flair to the stunning pieces. “I’ve got a teenager’s sense of romanticism,” she says. “Like when you’re 15 and you think, Oh, I could just die!”
Last, we have Florence talking about—what else?—herself:
“I’m completely in love with the world but also terrified of it. It creates some overwhelming feelings. Wanting to battle out that joy and fear is part of my music. In the beginning I was a lot younger, drunker, and more glib. I’ve learned not to hide behind a veil of irony—to talk about my work in a more honest way.”
So. You guys yet convinced that there’s not a single actor, actress, or musician left alive who isn’t completely obsessed and enamored by themselves? Good God, y’all. Remember when I said long, long ago that Florence Welch could do no wrong? I lied, I guess. This interview rubbed me all sorts of wrong ways.