you know nothing else about Kim Kardashian, you know that she is very,
very famous. Some would say that's all you need to know. At press time,
she has 25 million Twitter followers, about a million less than Oprah
Winfrey and nearly 5 million more than CNN Breaking News. Her Instagram
account, where she is a prolific purveyor of selfies, is the site's
third most popular. You can't walk through a supermarket without
glimpsing her on a multitude of tabloids whose headlines holler about
her relationships, her parenting style and the vicissitudes of her ample
curves. But she has also graced the covers of highbrow fashion bibles
like W and Vogue; with her now-husband, Kanye West, she
appeared on the latter above the hashtag #worldsmosttalkedaboutcouple,
creating a furor that made it perhaps the #worldsmostcontroversialcover.
millions-strong popularity and inescapable media presence have made her
grist for think pieces galore. She is variously seen as a
feminist-entrepreneur-pop-culture-icon or a late-stage symptom of our
society's myriad ills: narcissism, opportunism, unbridled ambition,
unchecked capitalism. But behind all the hoopla, there is an actual
woman -- a physical body where the forces of fame and wealth converge.
Who isn't at least a tad curious about the flesh that carries the myth?
most people, she looks exactly the same in person as she does in
photographs or on television, with one exception: she is smaller than
she appears in images, with tiny, almost doll-like ears and feet and
hands. Everything else about her seems amplified, tumescent. Her black
hair is thicker than any you have ever seen, her lips fuller, her giant
Bambi-eyes larger, their whites whiter, and the lashes that frame them
longer. If some of this is the result of artificial enhancement -- does
anyone else have eyelashes that resemble miniature feather dusters? --
none of it seems obviously ersatz. But that's not to say it looks real,
either. She is like a beautiful anime character come to life.
soon as she arrives at the hostess podium of the Polo Lounge in Beverly
Hills, where we meet for our interview, a young fan who appears to be
in her late teens or early twenties accosts her. The fan has been
running to catch (keep up with?) Kardashian; she brings with her a
breeze. "Will you take a selfie with me, Kim?" she pants. (This is what
fans asks the High Priestess of Instagram -- autographs are so last
century.) She obliges, leaning in for the picture and striding away
almost before I can blink. "She's gonna post it," Kardashian says wryly.
"I bet it's posted right now." Later, she will tell me that she's "not
really a filter person," and that she doesn't generally use them when
she publishes her many selfies. As she talks, I notice that her skin,
which is the golden color of whiskey, is free of wrinkles, crow's feet,
laugh lines, blemishes, freckles, moles, under-eye circles, scars,
errant eyebrow hairs or human flaws of any kind. It's like she comes
with a built-in filter of her own.
With its enveloping green
leather booths and twinkling white garden lights, the Polo Lounge is a
setting that lends itself to intimacy. Kardashian, who is wearing a
monochromatic champagne-colored ensemble (Margiela bodysuit, Chloé silk
pants, Lanvin silk coat), gives off a cozy vibe herself. She leans
forward while she talks, resting her cheek in the palm of her hand as
though she's chatting with her closest girlfriend. She tells me that the
Kardashian clan is currently a week into filming season 10 of Keeping Up With the Kardashians,
which she has called "the best family movie ever," never mind the
rampant speculation, in early 2013, that season 9 would be her last. I'm
surprised to hear that they still enjoy the process, since your typical
American family would no longer be on speaking terms. "We're kind of
obsessed with each other," she explains.
Today, a day off, she
spent at a pumpkin patch with West, whom she repeatedly calls Kanye --
she clearly enjoys saying his name -- and their 16-month old daughter,
North. They arrived at the farm unbothered by photographers, a rarity in
the circus that is her life ("literally every single day there's about
ten cars of paparazzi literally waiting outside our homes"). It wasn't
long, however, before the paparazzi had surrounded them. "I couldn't
really pick out our pumpkins, and [North] couldn't really enjoy it," she
says. After a moment, perhaps concerned that she has come perilously
close to complaining about her fame, she adds matter-of-factly: "You
just have to not care. You just have to say, 'This is our life,
and it is what it is.'" Her delivery is Zen-like, almost affectless, as
it is on the show. "All my friends tell me the world could be coming to
an end, and I'm always so calm," she says, opening a packet of Equal.
She empties its contents into a glass of passion fruit iced tea, then
fastidiously bites granules of sweetener off her manicured nails.
rap on Kim Kardashian is that she has done nothing to merit her fame.
But the longer I steep myself in the ambience of her pleasantly languid
manner and hologram-perfect looks, the more facile this charge begins to
seem. Of course, she has cannily leveraged that fame to build, with her
sisters, a beauty-industrial complex, which includes a clothing line, a
makeup line, a line of tanning products and seven perfumes. (A
collection of hair care implements and styling products will debut in
the spring.) Her mobile app, Kim Kardashian: Hollywood, in which
players climb their way to A-List status under Kardashian's tutelage,
has earned over $43 million since its debut in June.
perceived lack of accomplishment is also, perhaps, an accomplishment in
itself. Kardashian seems to know instinctively that, as Andy Warhol once
observed, "When you just see somebody on the street, they can really
have an aura. But then when they open their mouth, there goes the aura."
Take the stream of small faux-confidences that she offers during the
interview. They reveal very little yet foster a sense of closeness. She
tells me that she is "obsessed with apps" but, when I ask her to name
one, she replies, "I like all different apps." Of her 72-day marriage to
Kris Humphries, one of her rare missteps that actually left a
footprint, she says: "It's just one of those life lessons that you have
to learn, and it's OK." Her behavior suggests that the key to total
ubiquity is giving up all of one's verbal edges and sharp angles (while
occasionally tossing out a memorable visual flare: a sex tape, say, or a
nude photo shoot).
Social media has created a new kind of fame,
and Kardashian is its paragon. It is a fame whose hallmark is agreeable
omnipresence, which resembles a kind of evenly spread absence,
soothing, tranquil and unobjectionable. There's an argument to be made
that Kardashian has been recorded and viewed more often than any other
personage in history, and while she has certainly had her awkward
moments (posting a vampire facial on Instagram, announcing that she
wanted to buy a stroller that complemented her unborn baby's skin
color), she has also never made a truly ruinous gaffe, been caught in a
Britney Spears-style public meltdown or sallied forth looking less than
photogenic. As she puts it, "There's nothing we can do that's not
documented, so why not look your best, and amazing?"
mortals who occasionally visit the grocery store in yoga pants, her
willpower and self-discipline are a marvel. Imagine being filmed and
photographed constantly, yet never saying anything seriously
controversial or appearing unkempt. The effort involved seems torturous,
impossible. And yet, though her life requires work of a sort -- roughly
two hours of hair and makeup each day, regular meetings for her
assorted businesses, wardrobe fittings, photo shoots, 5:00 a.m. workouts
-- you don't get the sense that she is hiding or suppressing her true,
private self. "I think you've seen every side of me on my show," she
says, popping a piece of pound cake into her mouth.
accustomed to our performers having onstage and backstage registers, but
for her there is no division between the two. This is, indeed, the
definition of a reality star. She's not performing, that is -- at least
not visibly. She is being, and being is her act. Her appeal derives from
her uncanny consistency, as does that of her show. It's relaxing to
watch the sisters sprawl on each other's beds and talk about nothing, to
see them discuss constipation cures or their preferred way to eat Nilla
Wafers. Like Warhol's screen tests, Keeping Up With the Kardashians has a disarming purity. It invites us to glory in its stars' mundanity, which permits us to enjoy our own.
makeup artist said to me the other day, 'You haven't taken a selfie in a
while,'" Kardashian says, as the afternoon slides into evening and the
light turns magic-hour blue. To remedy this, she posted one of herself
in full makeup and a white terrycloth robe, with the literal caption,
"It's been a while since I've taken a selfie." It garnered more than a
half-a-million likes. Selfies have been on her mind lately. She is
putting together a collection of her oeuvre, called Selfish, to
be published by Rizzoli in the spring. She has spent hours sifting
through her vast, meticulously organized digital archive. "The book
company edited them, and I was like, 'Wait a minute! There are like 300
here that you're not adding!'" she says. I remark that I am surprised
she can remember and differentiate among a bunch of near-identical
photos of her face. She can, she says; she is sorting them
chronologically, dating them by what she wore to specific events. "I
know what I wore, what accessories I wore, where I was, who I was with,"
she tells me. "I remember everything." Her mind, it seems, traps the
minutiae most of us forget. For her, though, it's not minutiae; it's her
life, and her life is her career.
I ask her whether Kim Kardashian would exist without social media. "I don't think so..."
she says, slowly, then reconsiders. "I don't think social media was
that heavy when we started our show, but I think we really evolved with
social media." The next day, as I scroll through Instagram, I come
across a photograph of her, taken the night of our interview, wearing
the champagne getup at a restaurant in Venice. I also find two photos of
North toddling around the pumpkin patch in a tiny fringed cape and Baby
Vans. One of these pictures has more than a million likes. "I love
sharing my world with people," Kardashian tells me, and I detect no hint
of falseness. "That's just who I am." No more, no less.
Styling by Alex Aikiu
Hair by Laurent Philippon at Calliste Agency
Makeup by Mario Dedivanovic
Manicure by Tatiana Sery at Aurelien Agency
Photographer assistants: Philippe Baumann, Franck Joyeux and Nicolas Premoli
Digital imaging: Helene Chauvet for Kilato
Digital: Christian Horvath For D-Factory
Producer: Virginie Laguens for Belleville Hills
Assistant producer: Gråce Salemme
Styling Assistants: Vanessa Ntamack and Ben Depinoy