Kristen Stewart Lets Down Her Guard: Inside Her Reinvention
Kristen Stewart arrives at a French restaurant in Los Feliz without an entourage — no publicist, no bodyguard. She’s incognito, with a hat pulled low on her head, hands in her pockets, bare arms dressed with tattoos. Looking like any other hipster, she greets the waiter with a mellow “What’s up, dude?” (“dude” and “f—k” are her two favorite words) and orders a glass of champagne with a cup of ice. As she reflects on her life, she takes periodic sips, letting the cubes, one by one, melt into the fizz.
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