Drew Barrymore is sitting on the floor at a friend’s house in the Hollywood Hills, wearing gray sweats and long black-and-white-striped socks, and patting her dog, Douglas Fairbanks Barrymore (a rescue mutt with a Hollywood pedigree). She spent a long day yesterday swanning about in couture for these pages, inspired by ’60s It girls Sharon Tate and Veruschka. The concept was Drew’s idea, and there is no doubt that had she been of age in the ’60s, she would have been swinging. “Ah,” she says, smiling, “my favorite fashion era.” It seems an injustice that Drew was never in an Austin Powers film, when you think about it. She’d put the femme in fembot.
Sucking down a giant iced tea, Drew is working up inspiration with a vintage ’60s Playboy. (She collects them, and not for the articles.) This issue features a brunette nymphet sporting wide red knickers and a tan line for the record books. “Isn’t that the sexiest thing?” she asks in that uncynical Drewish way that makes you instantly nod.
Even though she’s in sweats, Drew looks pretty dreamy. She is lightly tanned from a solo trip to India, and her bone structure has popped. “I feel like some of my baby fat is going away,” she observes, “and that’s not just physically, it’s psychologically. I think that your body is in tune with your mind and your spirituality and your heart. If things are going better, I just think you look better.”
Things must be going swimmingly in Barrymoreland. But after being famous for 28 years, she’s done more interviews than Ashton Kutcher has tweeted. “I know!” she says, a wicked glint in her eye. “Let’s do the eHarmony questionnaire.”
So we Google and find something eHarmony-ish. It’s not Playboy, but in so many ways, it’s the mirror of our times. Where else can you fall in love “for all the right reasons”? Drew smiles like Gertie seeing E.T. for the first time.
Describe yourself: warm, clever, dominant, ambitious, outgoing, agreeable, modest, submissive, lazy, introverted, aloof, quarrelsome, cold, gregarious, arrogant.
Drew Barrymore: “Not ambitious, arrogant, or cold. Lazy? No, I’m not lazy enough. Dominant—more so than people would think. I’m a total control freak and love to participate in the design of every single aspect of life.”
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