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Goddess
...with a shag.
Link to tweet
____When Turner got tired of talking about herself, I left her. I returned the following afternoon to find her transformed: wig styled, lips painted red, eyes sparkling. “That was Anna Mae yesterday,” she told me. “Here’s Tina.”
Turner was having her photo taken that day. A makeshift studio had been erected on her lawn. She had draped herself in luxury accessories, which she listed aloud: Cartier. Bulgari. And “who’s the one with the red bottoms, darling?” Louboutin.
Despite her protestations — “I don’t sing, I don’t dance, I don’t dress up” — when the camera came out, she turned on. She was pouting. She was squatting. She was throwing her head back in ecstasy. A portable stereo was on hand, and the photographer selected some other diva to set the mood.
No, she said. Put on Coldplay.
Charlie Gates for The New York Times
Charlie Gates for The New York Times
https://www.nytimes.com/2019/09/09/theater/tina-turner-musical.html