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10:26 am

Mr. Blasberg’s Best Dressed: September Issue

15/09/2012, From Elsewhere

Another month, another Mr. Blasberg’s Best Dressed in Harper’s Bazaar. For the September issue, I discussed three of my favorite things: the return of a rococo movement in fashion, the rising dominance of the house of Valentino and the first ever mens fashion week (well, weekend) in London. My earliest fashion memories are based around the ornate and gilded looks from the originally Gianni Versace; lest we forget, when he was murdered I made a memorial collage and hung it in my childhood bedrom. (Want to see it? I blogged about it HERE.) And of all the weddings to I went this summer, two of my favorite dresses were Valentino’s, including Leith Clark’s, which you can see HERE. And finally, after spending so much discussing a woman’s wardrobe, I was happy to spend some time looking at things for me. Not to mention some quality time with Prince Charles, Tom Ford and the forever handsome David Gandy. You can see more from that weekend HERE.

Pick up the September issue of Harper’s Bazaar today to read this story, as well as my cover story on Gwen Stefani and an intimate portrait of the new queen of the art scene, Dasha Zhukova!

PS. I’m working on next month’s column now, so leave any favorite fashionable moments in the comments! And to read my weekly Mr. Blasberg’s Best Dressed list, go to


10:10 am

Hairspray Confessions, Part Three: Carmen Carrera

14/09/2012, From Elsewhere

For anyone who follows me on Twitter, this won’t come as much as a confession: I’m obsessed with RuPaul’s Drag Race. A bunch of grown men fighting over sequins and Spandex, being dramatic and lip synching to gay pop anthems? What’s not to love? So, for the third installment of L’Oreal’s ‘Hairspray Confessions’ series, I wandering into Midtown to find RuPaul’s Drag Race’s bodacious and beautiful Carmen Carrera. We talked about her favorite icons, her favorite hairspray, and what every lady needs in her closet.

3:39 pm

Uptown For A Fashion Queen, Downtown For Some Democrat Queens

09/09/2012, General

A high fashion makeout session: Alexander Wang snogging Carine Roitfeld at the Frick

Givenchy’s Riccardo Tisci, who came to New York only for one night to support Carine, and my date for the evening, Karen Elson

Me and my favorite entitled teenagers, Harry and Peter Brant, Jr.

The man, the icon: The New York Times’ Bill Cunningham

Carine’s lovely daughter, Julia, who’s continued the family dynasty with a fabulously dressed baby, Romy

One of my favorite things about New York Fashion Week is that, socially speaking, it’s all over the map. I mean that literally: In an average day, one can find themselves going uptown and downtown a dozen times. This was very apparent on my Saturday night, which started uptown at the Frick on the Upper East Side and ended downtown at a gay bar called Eastern Block in the East Village. But more than geographically, the spectrum of purpose was wide too: Uptown was a black tie gala in honor of Carine Roitfeld and the launch of her much anticipated fashion book, CR. It was a decadent affair: all champagne and supermodels in one of my favorite former residences in Manhattan. Following that fete, I was racing downtown with Karlie and Joan for a fundraiser for Barack Obama at a dodgy gay bar called Eastern Bloc. I’m not entirely sure how I got roped into it (actually, yes I do: my friend Marjorie Gublemann, an uptown transplant who has decided to launch a DJ career in her 40′s), but it was an interesting concept: Gogo boys for Obama. And it was fun!

Check back at the end of the week for more of my fashion week snaps!

Joan Smalls and Karlie Kloss getting a little political

Paper magazine’s Mr. Mickey, who helped organize the fete; Marjorie Gubelmann; me; and one of our cohosts, Sean Avery

Another couple of cohosts, Karen Elson and Cory Bond, with Nate Berkus

A couple of Obama’s boys: RJ King and Douglas Friedman

Check back at the end of the week for more of my fashion week snaps

5:35 pm

And We’re Off!

06/09/2012, Fast + Louche

Oscar de la Renta with Jenna and Barbara Bush

The one and only Mariah Carey, lounge singer for a night, with me, Lazaro, Kristina and Jack, with Katie, Jessica and Tabitha unsuccessfully in the second row

I had a rather interesting, rather iconic kick off to New York Fashion Week yesterday. Iconic in the sense that it involved a couple of icons. The first part I expected: A luncheon thrown by the Fashion Institute of Technology’s Couture Council in honor of Oscar de la Renta. But the second half of the day, when a nightcap with a few friends turned into a private Mariah Carey concert, wasn’t on my official fashion week agenda. First, Mr. de la Renta’s luncheon. The big wigs (in some cases I mean wigs in the literal sense) came out to see fashion’s favorite fairy godfather, and not just the routine set of ladies who lunch. Barbara Walters, Henry Kissinger, Diane von Furstenberg and legions of perfectly coifed, bejeweled betties piled into the David Koch theater. The Mayor himself gave de la Renta the award, and proved he knows how to work the fashion crowd. “I only have two pairs of shoes,” he smirked. “So the only thing I have to be sure of is that I don’t mix them up.” He called de la Renta the Little Black Dress of fashion because he could never go out of style, and even did a little politico humor, claiming that the only thing anyone could agree on at the Republican National Convention was that Ann Romney looked great in her red de la Renta dress. Oscar was equally charming — no speech prepared, totally winged it, lots of thank yous – but did give one lighthearted dig about how so many untrained designers have entered the fold. “Today, if you play tennis and hit the bell well, you can be designer. If you’re a movie star whose star is fading, you can be a designer…” he chided. “I’ve been a designer for 50 years, and I’m still learning. And that’s exciting for me.”

A couple hours later, I was back uptown for the opening of the new Proenza Schouler store on Madison Avenue. Women’s store openings can be boring for a boy like me (it’s like torture to be around so many beautiful things, none of which I can wear!), but this store is divine beyond its merchandise. The progressive David Adjaye is the architect behind the project, and it’s as interesting to look at as one of Jack McCollough and Lazaro Hernandez’s chinesorie print kimono dresses. Following their store opening, however, things took an unexpected turn. A gaggle of us, including Jack and Lazaro, headed over to the Carlyle Hotel for one more celebratory nightcap before they went back into hiding to put the finishing touches on their collection. And as we walked in, there was a golden (Grammy winning) goddess before us: Mariah Carey. Truth be told, I knew it was her because I had Instagrammed her ride just the day before. She told us that, after kicking of the NFL season, she wanted a more intimate gathering, and since she heard that Woody Allen had sung at the Carlyle, she should give a shot too. So there we were in Bemelmans Bar, about a dozen people and a private audience with Mimi. It was a fabulous end to a fabulous evening, and a rather ridiculous start to what I’m sure will be a ridiculous week.

11:48 am

Hairspray Confessions, Part Two: Iris Apfel

06/09/2012, General

First it was Coco, and now it’s Iris. The legendary Iris Apfel, a lifelong fashion aficionado and champion of oversized jewelry and giant reading glasses, is one of my favorite people. She is the sort of quirky grandmother that one would only expect in cartoons. So, for the second installment of L’Oreal’s “Hairspray Confessionals,” I popped in on Iris on the eve of her 91st birthday to talk about getting older, accessorizing and a lifetime of collecting beautiful things.

7:10 am

Celine Dion Taps Into Her Inner Sexy. No Really.

03/09/2012, From Elsewhere

Me and Celine backstage at the Colosseum, the 4,000-seat theater at Caesar’s Palace built specifically for the singer’s sold out Vegas residency in 2003

Backstage at the V magazine shoot


During my angsty teenage years, I used to belt out Celine songs in the shower with the sort of gusto that will haunt the ears of my neighbors for all time. So when I flew to Las Vegas this summer to meet the Celine backstage after one of her sold out shows at Ceasar’s Palace, it took every fiber of my will power not to ask her for a duet. Instead, she sang a lullaby into my record for me to play for my brother’s newborn baby. The maternal instinct in this one is strong.

During my time with the best selling Canadian artist of all time, the most striking thing about the real Celine is that, well, there is no difference between the stage Celine. While I’ve met more than a few performers who are a much, much different person when their performing than who they are in their real lives, CelineDion is always Celine Dion. There is no line between the woman and the performer and the mother. It’s as if she was genetically molded by the French Canadian gods to do what she does.

When we meet backstage she is cuddling a cup of tea. She is open and honest and refreshing. No subject is off limits. On drugs in the music industry and Whitney Houson? “I’ve always been scared of the industry. Why? Because I think it’s a place where anything is possible. It’s a yes place. Especially if you have success. And then you think that you have family and friends, true friends. How come the love of a family is not strong enough to overcome?” She mentions Michael Jackson, who’s music appears in the show, and Amy Winehouse, but Houston’s passing seems to have affected her the most.] “I was just in shock when Whitney’s life had been taken because of drugs. It’s a big loss for all of us.”

On living her life for her fans? “I’ve been an open book all my life, and I think that’s why people like me. I’ve been criticized for it, but I’m not forcing myself to be the person that I am.” On sharing every part of her life, the struggles and the triumphs, with her public? “For me to be to tell someone that my husband had cancer, or that we were struggling to have kids, or whatever we’re going through, for me to be able to talk about my life: People know the real me. I’ve shared everything with them. They come for the whole package. I don’t think they just come for the songs.”

On her life today? “I thought I had a life before. But until I was a mom, I had no idea. Why would I want a hit? Why do I want to win what? There is nothing I can hope and wish for my career: I can just hope to be blessed as a mother for the rest of my life the way I am now. That’s the only nomination I want.”

I came to Vegas already a Celine fan. (In fact, I came only for 20 hours to see the show — for the second time — and meet the legend.) But a left awash in the Celine Dream. Sure, she’s a little cheesy. Sure, her songs are more Lifetime movie than independent feature. Yet, she is a force to be reckoned with. And I was glad I had the opportunity.

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11:27 pm

For Clarification: Grimmers vs. Grimes vs. Grimm

01/09/2012, General

From left: Grimes, Grimm and Nick Grimshaw (also known as Grimmers)

As with most of my favorite posts, this one is inspired by my mother. New to social media (I can count on her to like every single one of my Facebook updates, be them very personal or outrageously trivial) and with that maternal desire to participate in her son’s life, she sometimes comes to me with seemingly obvious questions. A recent one: Is that cute English boy I sometimes blog about the same girl that was on the cover of the magazine I write for and on the new TV show about fair tales? Well, not exactly. But it’s a valid question since, I discovered, Grimmers and Grimes and Grimm all sort of sound alike.

But for her sake, and possibly for yours, dear reader, allow me to clarify. First, Nick Grimshaw is a London-based TV presenter and one of my favorite people on the other side of The Pond. He has curly hair and a jovial sense of humor, and I met him through our mutual friend Alexa Chung who has straight hair and a jovial sense of humor. Next, Grimes, or Claire Boucher as she was born up there in Vancouver, Canada, is a female recording artist. I like her because she’s young and fun and her music is a good mix of everything and, most importantly, she’s not afraid of a doing a high ponytail on the top of her head. You may recognize her (because my mom did) from the summer cover of V magazine. She was photographed by Sebastien Faena and Carine Roitfeld along with Sky Ferreria, another one of my favorite new musicians, and Charli XCX wearing Givenchy and holding pet rats. And finally, ther’es the new TV show Grimm, which just started its second season. To be honest, I never saw the show, but I love Grimms’ Fairy Tales, so I’m sure I’d like it if I ever get around to setting my DVR. So, there, I hope that cleared things up.

8:51 am

Hairspray Confessions, Part One: Coco Rocha

29/08/2012, Fast + Louche


Everyone in fashion has their own Elnett story. When she was still pregnant with her adorable little boy Skylar, Rachel Zoe told me that the first scents he would experience would be Chanel and Elnett. (And she was probably right.) So when L’Oreal asked me to host a series of ‘Hairspray Confessions,’ I grabbed my gold can of the good stuff, gave myself a blowout, and signed up. First up? The supermodel and sometimes Steven Meisel muse Coco Rocha. We dished on her real name, working with Meisel and, of course, her pre-modeling career as an Irish dancer in her native Canada.

1:40 pm

The Most Magnificent Bride: The Former Margherita Missoni

24/08/2012, Fast + Louche

The beautiful, blushing bride

The first time I met Margherita Missoni we were both just kids. Students, actually. There was a mutual friend who had invited me to have dinner with an Italian friend at (it seems so cliché now) Cipriani’s Downtown, who turned out to be Margherita. She was studying at Columbia at the time, and she was homesick and a little gloomy and very cold. She was wearing two pairs of long underwear under her jeans. She has since told me that her mother knew she was sad at the time because she stopped asking her to send her clothes. Well, we ended up having fun that night. And for a few nights, months, years after too. In the decade (actually, it’s been more than a decade, which is terrifying) since that chilly, fateful evening, Margherita has become more than a good friend and partner in crime. She’s like a little sister, someone I’ve watched turn into a mature, smart, beautiful woman. I’ve seen her transform from philosophy student to actress (I’ll never forget her performance in The Maids with Maria Carla Boscono at the Lee Strasberg Institute) to hardworking member of the family dynasty. So at her wedding in her hometown in Italy earlier this summer, I was beaming with pride as she floated down the isle to wed the equally charming and devastatingly chic Eugenio Amos. The wedding was a fairy tale. It was, quite literally, the wedding of Margherita’s dreams, and like so many other people, I was honored to be able to watch it come true.

The Spiceburns (a fictional Pop trinity that Eugenie and Tatiana made up when they were at Burning Man with Marge) were part of the wedding party

The man behind the dress Giambattista Valli, with the woman behind the shoes, Charlotte Dellal

Dasha and Lauren and their slices of wedding cake

Josephine and one of the hundreds of butterflies that were released at lunch

Mario with Vlad and Stavros

Pillow talk with Eugenie

The happiest and most glamorous couple in Italy at their reception

Dasha, Vanina, Oly and Neville at the circus

Two icons looking very iconic: Carine and Anna

Stefano and Francesco

Coco and Lauren

Vanessa, Lazaro, Jack and me

Patrick and Hamish on the dance floor

Charlotte, truly in her element

Giovanna on one of the painted hay bails

Me and the little sister I always wanted and was so lucky to find. Congratulations, Marge!

8:12 am

Gwen Stefani on Red Lipstick, Platinum Locks and (BONUS! EXCLUSIVE!) No Doubt’s New Record

22/08/2012, From Elsewhere


Full disclosure: The first time I ever met Gwen Stefani was in 2001, when I was a freshman in college, at the afterparty for the VH1/Vogue Fashion Awards. (Remember those, anyone?) It was at The Park on 10th Avenue and my brother was with me. She was wearing the wide-gage fishnet stockings, cargo pants, wife beater tank top and pointy toed boots that John Galliano had designed for Dior, and she standing on the patio on the second floor. Feeling a little tipsy, my brother, who is truly a lifelong No Doubt fan and only dated blondes who would entertain his SKA music preference, went up to her and asked for an autograph. We didn’t have paper or anything, so we found a pen and presented her with a pack of Marlboro Lights, which she laughed at (at us?) and signed. I still cringe every time I think of this.

Point of the story: I have been a Gwen fan for more than a decade. Since No Doubt’s 1995 record Tragic Kingdom, to be exact, though in the pre-internet world the record didn’t make it to Missouri till about 1997. (I’ve crossed paths with Gwen a few times since then, and I’ve told her the story of the brother and the nicotine autograph and she just laughs. Thank goodness.) Which is why I was so enthusiastic about seeing her again for Harper’s Bazaar’s September issue cover story. I’ll include that and some of Terry Richardson’s fabulous pictures below, but after the two of us finished dishing on her style choices – few women have done more for platinum blondes and red lipstick since Marilyn Monroe – we started talking about her new album, Push and Shove, which I can’t wait to get my hands on. So I thought anyone who is as a devoted fan of the Gwen songbook as I am would find some of these thoughts interesting. And then, for the rest of us fashion folk, check out the full article below.

On the new record’s sound: “It’s really upbeat, which is surprising, it’s kind of a combination of everything we’ve ever done. It has that reggae thing in it, it has a lot of 80s sounds, it’s very happy and upbeat, but it’s confessional too. My last records and my solo stuff were not to be taken too seriously. They were dance records. They were, like, silly. They’re not about being deep, but [this record] is a little deeper. This is more like a No Doubt record. I think it sounds like us. It sounds so much like us, but fresh. In a new way. I definitely think it’s the best work we’ve ever done. I’m sure everyone says that about a new record and I am always like, my favorite thing is whatever I’m working on. But it’s true: this is my favorite thing.”

On being nervous about releasing a new record: “Yeah, I’m nervous. I haven’t put a record in a long time, and there’s so much passion that you put into it. And then all of a sudden, it’s out. This is the best part because no one has heard it, because you’re so proud of it and you love it, and no one has criticized it. I’m really excited for the people I know who have followed us and are supporting us. They’re going to love it. If I love it, they’re going to love it.”

On getting back into the groove: “I would be with the baby all day, do the baby stuff, and the fashion stuff, and all the stuff that I do, and then at 4pm I would go to the studio and say, ‘Let’s write this record.’ Before, when we would write, we’d stay up all night. But now, it’s like, how do I force myself to write? What do I write about? I mean, I’m married. Know what I mean? So weird. Then, when we wrote the first song, which is called Undercover, it was like, oh my god, we can do it.”

On writers block: “To be honest, by this point in a career, it’s hard to get inspired. You’ve already sort of done it all. [When you’re starting out] you don’t have that house, and you don’t have that car. There’s ambition. Look, we had to fight for it, and all that desperate-we-want-to-do-it-so-bad is what made it so good. It’s really an inspired record.”

On being shocked by No Doubt’s early success: “We weren’t working towards fame. That’s what’s weird. We were working toward playing shows and getting more shows, but not because we ever thought we’d break through. We were in a scene that we thought would never go mainstream. The idea of getting on the radio was beyond all possibility. This is in the middle of grunge, remember. I’m sorry, but why would that happen? It was Nirvana. And then it just got on the radio. And then Tragic Kingdom came out and we went on tour and we never came home.”

 On writing lyrics now: “Do I write in a diary? Not now. I used to have journal, of course I did. But now with the kids and stuff, it’s like, when? I don’t have time to go to the bathroom, let alone do a journal entry. This was the first time I wrote with someone else, besides when I did my solo stuff. [Tony Kanal and I] just sat on the couch and we actually wrote lyrics together. Normally, I would write all the lyrics, but I couldn’t do it. I needed someone to go, ‘What about this?’ I needed someone to push me. Piece it all together, torture torture torture, and then we’d have the whole string of the song, and then I’d just have to write the lyrics. Which was a whole other thing: what am I going to write about? But, interestingly, even though I have so many blessings in my life, there’s always something to complain about. That’s life.”

On the last song that made it on the album, Undone: “The last song we we wrote was a song called Undone. I had gone to London and I said I’d go work on it, and they were like, ‘She’s not going to do it, she doesn’t work on anything when she’s not here.” But I got to London and one night when the kids were at the their grandparents’, and I was looking at old videos, watching Garbage videos, and the stuff you do when you have the luxury of that time. And I said, I’m going to pull that song out. I did it. I wrote the words. I got back to LA and they were like, ‘What? You did something?’ That turned out really good. We didn’t struggle over it. Sometimes it just happens.

On the color pink: “You know, I’m feeling pink again. Ten years ago, when I did pink the first time, I was like I never want to see that color again. It represents girls. It’s like I had that line in ‘Just A Girl’: Take this pink ribbon off my eyes.”

On the song, Just a Girl: “When I wrote that, who knew? Who knew! I can remember sitting on the my bed, and my sister was on the phone, I’m at my parents, it’s three in the morning, and I’m writing this song. It’s so weird, right? I didn’t even think anyne would ever hear that song, let alone it become a hit. Recently, we just did some small impromptu acoustic things, and we did that song and I was wondering,’How is this song going to work now? Am I the other girl that I used to be? But it totally still works. Obviously, I’m not that girl anymore, but it still works.”


From Harper’s Bazaar: Never Just a Girl, Gwen Stefani. By Derek Blasberg. Photography by Terry Richardson

Halfway through my lunch with Gwen Stefani, she does something that I never thought I’d see her do in public: She shuffles her feet under the table and kicks off her shoes—peep-toe stiletto ankle booties. “Oh, what’s the point?” she says in her distinctive Southern California drawl. “You can’t see ‘em anyway.” For a girl whose personal style has been deftly calculated and copied for two decades—trends she can take responsibility for include belly shirts, bindis, and even adult braces because “I always told myself when I got rich, that’s the first thing I’d do”—this was an unexpected moment of fashion fatigue.

When she divulges her day’s schedule, however, it’s clear why her booties were benched. Before meeting me for lunch, she’d dropped off her older son, Kingston, six, at school and reviewed mixes for No Doubt’s latest album, Push and Shove. After we’re done talking (and after she chats with Charlize Theron on her way out of the restaurant about the benefits of bald heads, which I’ll get to later), she collects Kingston and takes him to a costume shop to create a Spider-Man wardrobe. “He just discovered superheroes, and he’s obsessed,” Gwen says. “It was like when I discovered Marilyn Monroe: ob-sess-ed.” Next she has a fitting, will put her kids to bed, and then head to a night shoot for the video for “Settle Down,” the first single off the new album. That’s just Monday. On Thursday, her husband, Bush front man Gavin Rossdale, comes home from an East Coast tour and plays the Staples Center in Los Angeles; then they’ll pack up Kingston and his younger brother, Zuma, four, and board Rossdale’s tour bus for a family road trip to Las Vegas.

“It’s, like, the real deal, dude,” she says. “It’s superfun being a mom, but it’s hard too. Finding that balance between work and family is the hardest thing I’ve ever done—by far.” But to be perfectly clear, those bare feet are no indication that she’s slipping in the sartorial department. (The toes are perfectly manicured in a fire-engine red polish.) In fact, the 42-year-old is still fit, fabulous, and glamorous, boldly sporting her signature accessories: platinum hair and scarlet lips.

“I’ve always been a girl who loves to dress up,” says Gwen. “I already put my makeup on twice today: I put it on to take my kid to school, and then I went home, washed my face, and put it on again to have lunch with you.” She even wears it at home because “I like to make my husband like me more,” she says, laughing, “and he likes it when I’m wearing makeup.”

Gwen recalls how she felt when, at the age of 25, she spent eight hours in a hair salon in Long Beach getting her coveted white-blonde locks. “It was like I’d unlocked the key. I remember feeling like, ‘I have arrived. This is me. Finally.’” The red lip came when her grandmother gave her a crimson lipstick when she was in high school. “I remember sitting in my ghetto, beat-up Honda Prelude and putting on that lipstick in the rearview mirror and being like, ‘Uh-huh, I like that. That’s the shit right there.’ I never stopped after that.”

Earlier this year, Gwen arrived at a party at Stella McCartney’s L.A. store wearing a killer black sheer-paneled jumpsuit. Of that particular ensemble, she says, “I came home and it was hanging in my bathroom, and I was like, ‘Yes.’ I wondered if it was going to be too much, but when I put it on, it was the perfect amount.”

While she is (no pun intended) no doubt proud of her physique, it’s not Gwen’s favorite topic of conversation. “I hate talking about my body [all the time]; it’s ridiculous,” she says, referring to the number of times someone has asked how to get her six-pack abs. “There is no secret: You just have to eat healthy, work out, and torture yourself!” Jumping around onstage for a few hours for thousands of screaming fans is great cardio, and she says she hits the gym when her hectic mother-of-two schedule allows. “But it’s more for my brain than it is for my body.” Not that it’s all about mental health. On how she stays sample-size: “I like to wear clothes too much, so I try to keep focused.”

Other questions she’s tired of fielding are those about hair maintenance. “Do you think Marilyn Monroe had to talk about this?” she asks, smiling. “Well, I heard she did hers with a Q-tip every 10 days, so I try to follow Marilyn’s rule.” I mention that she’s never been photographed with dark roots, and she points to the houndstooth fedora she is wearing. “And you’ll never see me with roots either.”

When No Doubt was just starting out in the late ’80s, rehearsing in a studio that Gwen and her brother built in their grandparents’ house with bandmates, she wasn’t able to spend much time on girly stuff. She was one of the boys, taking shifts driving their first tour bus—a vehicle that got so greasy from the guys’ unwashed hair, she couldn’t see out of the windows. “I did my own makeup, my own costumes; I did everything myself. I didn’t even know there were stylists.” She made many of her now iconic music-video outfits, though she admits that she used a glue gun as much as a sewing machine. “I remember there was a point when all the guys were sitting around eating pizza, and I finally said I needed some help. So I got an assistant, but guess who he was? A roadie. He took my first Prada dress, which Gavin had bought for me, the first designer piece I ever owned, and he washed it, and it came back this big,” she says, indicating Barbie doll—size with her fingers.

Gwen is, in a word, chill. She is a well-liked, scandal-free member of the Hollywood glitterati. As we leave lunch, she bumps into Charlize Theron (“Hey, girl,” is Gwen’s greeting), who has just shaved her head for a role in Mad Max: Fury Road, and has no problem teasing her about the look. “You’re insane—you’re like a skinhead!” Gwen says. “I’m so jealous.” Theron compliments her on what she’s wearing and mentions that her baby, Jackson, lives in one of the onesies that Gwen designed for her Harajuku Mini clothing line.

Think about it: We’ve never seen Gwen falling out of a nightclub; we’ve never seen her mug shot; even on morning school runs, she is a rock-star mother. Gwen lets out a Valley Girl giggle when I say how unaffected she is, then gives an interesting explanation: While her onstage persona is a jumping, screaming extrovert, in her real life she is, in her own words, “passive. I was never a rebel.” She credits that to her relationship with her strict Roman Catholic parents, who she lived with, unbelievably, until she was 25. “When I started dating Gavin, I was still at my parents’ house. Yeah, it’s a little weird,” she says with a smile. (She had a midnight curfew when she went to the prom with Tony Kanal, her bandmate and then boyfriend.) “My mom calls me a peacemaker. I want everyone to be happy. But I have a superbig opinion on everything artistic that I do. I know what I like and I know what I hate—that part of me isn’t passive.”

Gwen insists that fame and gossip don’t affect her. “That someone would say something untrue or bad about me doesn’t bother me. It’s like water off a duck’s back.” This attitude applies to everything from best-dressed lists to rumors that her marriage is falling apart. “None of that stuff matters. There’s something in me, being this passive person, that those kinds of things don’t upset me. I know they can say anything; they can just make something up. But what are you going to do? It’s not part of my reality, so it’s okay.”

This resilience also comes from the fact that the band was never seeking fame, she says. She was always in it for the music. “We didn’t even do it because we were trying to make it. Now everybody wants to be famous. It doesn’t even matter what you do,” Gwen says. “Let me tell you how that first record happened: My boyfriend had broken up with me and I was devastated, so I wrote all these songs. I didn’t even know I could write. I was just a girl who was in love with this guy, then suddenly I’m a songwriter, and I’ve gotten you back so good. I went from being nothing, from being an ordinary, nerdy girl, to having power.”