“I got you balloons! ” Dakota Johnson shouts above a din of barking dogs, her arms cupped around her lips in the form of a heart.
Given that iron gates of her mother’s Hollywood Hills house creep available, the actress that is auburn-haired half-revealed from the rock actions beneath a thick tangle of helium-filled Mylar. This woman is using black Gucci boots and high-water vintage boys’ Levi’s into the normcore wash that is ideal. “Is this a suitable outfit for fulfilling your landscape designer? ” she asks, pulling for a mohair that is crimson by The Elder Statesman (its designer, Greg Chait, is really a pal). “Do we look like a grownup who is able to use words like convincingly night-blooming? ”
Needless to say she would not get me balloons. They are the detritus associated with twenty-seventh-birthday celebration that her mom, Melanie Griffith, tossed her a couple of evenings prior to. The celebrations culminated at Jumbo’s Clown place, a strip club in Thai Town where Johnson viewed exactly exactly exactly what she defines once the saddest dance that is pole the real history of pole dances. We’re now snaking through the hills in a soccer-mom SUV who has to suffice through to the arrival associated with forest-green 1995 Ford F150 that her grandfather has promised to deliver up from their household in Missouri. Continue reading “Fifty Shades’s Dakota Johnson on Intercourse, Fame, and Building a profession on her very own Terms”