Kristen Stewart has a photograph of herself from when she was five years old. In the picture, she’s standing against a fence at Disneyland with her older brother and she’s wearing Levi’s jeans, black Vans, a baseball cap, and a white T-shirt with a pocket on the chest.
She glanced at the picture again recently and then looked down at what she was wearing and realised it was “the exact same thing”: jeans, T-shirt, trainers.
“I haven’t really changed my style since I was a little kid,” she says. As if to prove the point, today the 27-year-old Stewart is wearing blue Levi’s, black Vans, and a ripped white T-shirt emblazoned with a monochrome image of the British band Madness.
“I love Madness,” she says. “Ska is some of my favourite music.”
The only striking difference from that childhood image are the tattoos on her arms and her hair, which is cropped close to her scalp with frosted-blonde tips, giving her the appearance of a delicate elf dipped in gold.
Some moments earlier, Stewart had been dressed in a long, draped, cream-coloured gown as she posed for the BAZAAR shoot in Coco Chanel’s Paris apartment. This was an alternate Stewart: swanlike, elegant, her image reflected and refracted a dozen times over in the slivered mirrored surfaces; her face fine-boned and fragile as she gazed to one side and then the next and then, with unapologetic directne