“Your tiddays — let ’em out. Free at last.” — Kanye West
The 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.
Yet her 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).
Read more of this interview that Kimmy uttered all of three sentences for, and see more of her “natural talent” in all it’s fully-frontally-nude glory (for the umpteenth time) after the flip…
