I Love You, Paz de la Huerta

Paz, you’re a mess. You’re sloppy, you’re frequently drunk and naked, and you rarely seem to give a shit. I love you, and I think I’m attracted to you as well. You have a ridiculous tattoo that I love, and a weird face I can’t figure out. It’s beautiful and strange. (Why is it so strange? Is it the makeup? Is it just the way your face is? Are you just constantly making the same loosely trouty, shelf-lip expression? Ahh Paz, your face! I love your face. I want to put my thumbs on your face? I’m not sure. I think I want to … be your face? Paz, I’m sorry.)

Anyway, in this gently nuts mini-interview with Elle, Paz does Paz (“When you’re an actress you’ve got to keep your body as your sanctuary and your muscles”) and also reveals that in her world there are tinier purses than you have ever dreamed of.

[Dressing up is] so fun. You get to play with all these dresses and jewelry and these little bags that you can’t fit anything into. I don’t understand the point of them. They can be quite pretty but you can’t fit a lipstick into them if you wanted to.

Where are these tiny purses? Paz, did the tiny purses come out of your face? Can I just … put my thumbs on your face and look for the purses? Haha. I’m just kidding. I won’t touch you.