hollywood charm


Dakota Johnson Finds Her Inner Supermodel

January 13, 2017
by Janelle Okwodu

Dakota Johnson is ready for her close-up. The Fifty Shades Darker star returns to the big screen this year and the role she made famous. But one question still remains: How does she get into character for a Vogue cover story? It turns out Johnson takes the method approach, embodying the role of model before posing for a big shoot. Getting into the mood with her best impression of Miranda Kerr and a few minutes FaceTiming with pal Karlie Kloss, Johnson pulls off an adorable tongue-in-cheek transformation. Tapping into her inner diva while doing her research, the 27-year-old actress requests “supermodel water” to keep herself hydrated and tests out a few unorthodox contouring tips from the pros on YouTube.

By poking fun at her celebrity—and the cult of online beauty videos—Johnson proves herself a game comedienne and one of Hollywood’s most charming stars. Not everyone could switch from talking riding crops with Christian Grey to sewing her own accessories, but she makes it seem plausible. Take a look at a not-so-typical day-in-the-life as Johnson finds her inner supermodel and has a great time behind the scenes.



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Hollywood Charm

It was a Barnes & Noble just like any across the country, but Salmon had been told that it being in Hollywood made it somehow better. So far, he wasn’t seeing any shred of evidence to prove it. In fact, the crowds of tourists parading through the rows of bookshelves on the lookout for something - anything - novel (but not a novel) to take as a cheap souvenier just made it cramped and uncomfortable.

And yet, here he was, attempting to browse the holistic healing section while pressed against it, thanks to the ladies behind him that were apparently interested in mishelved books about desert gardening. After rolling his eyes for the hundredth time, he picked the three most likely candidates from within grabbing distance, and brushed passed the DIYers and made his way toward the in-house cafe. A Starbucks. Of course. Just like every other one. 

He ordered iced mint mocha, which wasn’t something that they had. Right. This wasn't Witches’ Brew. He settled for some kind of mocha thing and took a seat near the magazine rack. It was the only table otherwise unoccupied, as the visiting rabble had overbooked the ones closest to the window.  

It was time to research. Maybe, just maybe, it’d help him forget how much he missed home.