She apologises for “babbling”, and certainly she speaks at a million miles an hour, her breathy delivery skidding over subjects as diverse as going to Catalonia for the referendum, being told by an NGO she was “too much of a risk” to take to Yemen during the cholera outbreak, and how terrified she was yesterday when someone stole her phone because of the photos. “Do not even go there.”She’s vegetarian and “mostly vegan”, but she would never wear fur or leather. “And I’m sending a coat to Kim Kardashian too, because she’s known for wearing fur. These are vegan too,” she says, pointing to her shoes. Sometimes in a knowing way, saying, for instance, of a time she was accused of being nude at a party, “I wasn’t naked! The way Anderson presents it, none of this contradicts the simple “fun” of sex, such as dressing up, roleplay, or a little light bondage.
It’s what she calls her “French journey”, something she’s planned for years because everyone kept telling her, “Pamela, you need to be in the south of France.” “Vivienne Westwood said it to me. When I ask how old he is, she says, “I don’t care,” which all sounds very Emmanuel and Brigitte. Tinder and porn are desensitising, she argues, destructive to real human relationships. “The sexual revolution gave us freedom, but it also gave us this raunchy, bad, empty sex,” she says.
I suggest his is a monkish existence and she stumbles, “Oh, well, he has his, um …” I meant in an academic sense. He’s got this focus and vision.” After leaving him, invariably she fires off a letter to President Macron begging France to give him asylum, because “it would be a nice place for him to be”. Just go.’” And seemingly they were right, because Anderson “loves, loves, loves” France.
Indeed the reason she can visit Assange so regularly is that she now lives in Europe. Days are filled with gallery and museum visits, and reading Anaïs Nin. ” Another story involves Tom Ford taking a pair of scissors to a Valentino gown she was wearing, tearing a slit right up the middle. ’ I’d have no organs because he made it so small, but he kept pulling it and saying, ‘Oh my God, never leave the house without a corset.’” For someone who has been so explicitly objectified, Anderson is an off-scale romantic. I want to have this electric moment with someone and cultivate it.” And it’s not just millennials who suffer, she believes.
Even more so in a dark red one that smells of roses and leather.
It has the same mood, she says in her little kitteny voice, as the hotels she likes in Paris: Costes and Hôtel Amour, “which actually is an old brothel in Montmartre and I love it”.