Jennifer Lawrence hasn’t come straight out and confirmed how official she is with Darren Aronofsky. Instead, JLaw let her publicist do the talking with some “spontaneous” street-kissing pap shots earlier this month. Jennifer promoted her upcoming film Relatable Hotties in Space (aka Passengers) in the holiday issue of Vanity Fair, and the topic of Darren Aronofsky came up. Jennifer’s inner kewl girl probably really wanted to crack a joke about his head not being his only place without hair (wink), or that she loves just chilling out on the couch with an entire stuffed-crust pizza and watching Requiem for a Dream with him. But privacy-loving Jennifer decided to keep it extremely vague and non-committal. She doesn’t say a whole lot.
Jennifer spent the summer in Montreal working on Darren’s latest film, Mother. Here’s what she had to say to Vanity Fair about her maybe-boyfriend:
“He is a visionary.”
That’s it! I’m 99.9% sure she’s talking about Darren as a director. But there is a very small chance she’s being coy and subtly hinting at something else. What’s that thing about eyes being the windows to the soul? Is she talking about how he’s seen inside her soul and has touched her heart with his pupils or something? Don’t tell me I’m reaching here; I’m sure that at least one intern at UsWeekly is already working on a cover story that spins Jennifer’s “visionary” quote into a thing about how Darren “sees” a future with her and is planning to introduce her to his mother at the Mother premiere.
Jennifer also talks about how well she got along with her Passengers co-star Chris Pratt and his wife Anna Faris. And they all get along great, because Jennifer Lawrence doesn’t give off a homewrecking vibe.
“I think women can sense if you are the kind of woman who is going to run off with their husband. I don’t think I give off that vibe. I give off the ‘Please like me!’ desperation. Which is not threatening.”‘
And here’s your helpful life tip of the day: don’t ever try to take a stealth picture of Jennifer if she’s in the booth next to yours at P.F. Chang’s.
“If I’m eating dinner and somebody comes up and a flash goes off from someone’s iPhone camera, I am really rude to that person. Then other people at the restaurant will see and be like, ‘Oh, damn, I don’t want to do that.’ Privacy is a full-time job and I work very hard at it.”
I don’t blame Jennifer Lawrence for getting pissed off when she gets hit with a phone flash during dinner. A flash picture in a restaurant is never flattering. It always ends up looking like one of those pictures they take inside a haunted house. You look shocked, your mouth is wide open, your face is all blown out to the point where your nose is nothing but two floating booger holes on your face. Besides, a real fan would never take a picture; if you’re going to go full-weirdo, you might as well wait until she leaves the table and steal her napkin. Maybe slip a half-chewed piece of food into a plastic bag to be sold later on eBay, but only if there’s time.
Pics: Peter Lindbergh/Vanity Fair