This is a decent snap of Halsey. My question is: Does the Marie Claire reader know Halsey? She’s a bit of a visual chameleon — which she discusses in this issue, actually — and even I can’t always recognize her, and recognizing celebs is my job. She’s an interesting pick for a cover. She’s super successful but I don’t know if a lot of people really know who she is. Maybe they do.
As far as the interview goes, she does not hold back, and therefore it’s sort of more interesting than your usual spit-shined celeb profile.
There is, she explains, the Halsey the world sees—“this manic performer”—and then there is Ash Frangipane, the quiet, at times despondent creator (“The world doesn’t see that side of me because that side of me is not interesting”) who puts her life through a filter and turns it into art. When, for example, Halsey broke up with her music-producer boyfriend Lido in 2016, Frangipane was devastated (“I felt—and I don’t use this metaphor lightly—that suicide had kind of metaphorically occurred for me, where I let a version of myself die because I was trying to make it work”), but she also knew it was time to get writing.
She talks a lot about her childhood, and her upbringing, and her mental health, and just her life. And I do wonder if the forthrightness that makes this an interesting piece to read is going to be something she regrets later, potentially, and stops doing, because of stuff like this:
“I’ve had partners who don’t want to play along. It feels stupid. I love curating an experience, changing it up. And [G-Easy]’s so that way with me. I haven’t found someone who matches every version of me until him. Like, he’s my left sneaker. For every version of him, there’s a version of me to match.”
They obviously broke up before this came out, and I can’t help but think that this is the sort of thing that makes celebrities play their feelings close to the vest, in general. They don’t owe the public anything about their love lives in the first place, of course, but also I think you’d feel like an idiot, potentially, if you waxed poetic about your partner and then everything went to hell….and then said poetic waxings got published for everyone to read. It would be hard, as a person, to feel like everyone saw you get played, romantically. I don’t know if I’d want to do it, either.