CARLA BRUNI BELLA HADID WINDOWS

“But my parents are immigrants who came here and worked for everything they had. “It’s not to say that I didn’t have a very privileged upbringing,” she explains. At 14, she got a job at SunLife, a juice shop in Point Dume, paying $7 an hour. Likewise, she explains that the Malibu she inhabited was by and large a hippie surfer hamlet, not a gold chain of billionaire beach houses. Yolanda insisted that she make her bed every morning. She remembers a relaxed country life in Santa Barbara, removed from the glitz of Montecito. But she remembers riding horses as soon as she could walk. They relocated to Malibu when Bella was in the seventh grade.īella says that on account of multiple childhood traumas, about which she prefers to say no more, she does not remember broad swaths of her early years. Her parents separated when she was three, and Bella, Gigi, and their younger brother, Anwar, were raised in Santa Barbara. He took architecture classes at MIT and became a real estate developer, mainly in Beverly Hills, where the family moved when Bella was a toddler. Her father is Mohamed Hadid, a Palestinian who fled to Syria with his parents during the war in 1948 before settling in the D.C. Her mother, the Dutch-born former model Yolanda Hadid, likes to say that she came out of the womb holding a cigarette and a martini. Isabella Khair Hadid was born at Georgetown Hospital in Washington, D.C., with her eyes open, not crying. No one can ever say that I don’t work my ass off.” But in seven years I never missed a job, canceled a job, was late to a job. People can say anything about how I look, about how I talk, about how I act. I always felt like I had something to prove. I put on a very smiley face, or a very strong face. I always ask myself, how did a girl with incredible insecurities, anxiety, depression, body-image issues, eating issues, who hates to be touched, who has intense social anxiety-what was I doing getting into this business? But over the years I became a good actress. And unfortunately when you get told things so many times, you do just believe it. “That’s really what people said about me. I wasn’t as cool as Gigi, not as outgoing,” she recalls. Miu Miu sweater, shirt, skirt, briefs, and belt.

The fashion world is possessed of what she calls a “don’t ask, don’t tell” attitude about mental health. When I’m not feeling well, it’s harder to do that.” If I can channel her, I can walk into a room and change the energy of the room. I like to think that this is who my inner person is. She just had to do what was best for her people. “A lot of people were telling her she was bad,” Bella explains. (Bella loves to make Keynote decks of the images that inspire her, and she makes them almost compulsively.) Here is the goddess in one illustration, painted gold, with her leonine face ringed in flames and in another, haloed by the sun, poured into what looks like old Hervé Léger, and walking a massive male lion on a leash. She walks me through a Sekhmet storyboard on her laptop. Her phone vibrates it’s one of the affirmations that she receives every hour or so on an app called I Am: I’m dissolving old patterns and letting new patterns emerge. But the whir of paparazzi drones hovering above-in response to a well-publicized family drama that she hopes will not be a part of this story-drove her back to the city. Bella thought she’d be in Pennsylvania, at the farm she bought several years ago with her mother and sister, in comforting proximity to her horse, Blue, a chocolate warmblood with a snowy muzzle and two bright blue eyes. This has not been a good day, particularly. Does that mean I didn’t cry this morning before you got here?” “You always look up and you’re like, if only I lived in that apartment I’d be happy. A beach bum at heart, Bella felt she needed to see at least a sliver of water. “My neighbors were like, You’re burning the building down already? I was like, I’m just sage-ing!” To the west, the Hudson River gives off a languorous midday sparkle.

A week after she arrived, she was burning sage to rid the space of any lingering negative energy, and the fire alarm went off. It was a splurge of a rental, she admits.

CARLA BRUNI BELLA HADID WINDOWS

She moved into this apartment, a vast downtown Manhattan sanctuary whose giant windows give onto layers of skyscrapers to the north, early last year. Her phone sits open on the kitchen table, and an illustration of Sekhmet, fangs and nails bared and dragging a bloody axe, serves as its home screen. “She’s me on a good day,” Bella Hadid says. Maison Margiela Artisanal designed by John Galliano dress. Hadid's demeanor is her armor, she says-a vital layer of protection.

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