restoin, lux r.

[lux restoin]

LUX ROMILY RESTOIN . TWENTY . LA FREEDOM, MANNERS, PICNICS, IDEAS TO REALITIES GALLERIES, THE MET, AUCTIONS, THE LOUVRE, CONDE NAST HOTEL DU CAP EDEN-ROC, VOGUE, NICOLA MAGAZINE HOME SCHOOLING, RED WINE, PRIVATE JETS, YACHTS WINTER IN NEW YORK, SUMMER IN FRANCE CARLA BRUNI, GOLD CHANDELIERS, VIOLIN LESSONS ENDLESS ARCHIVES, VINTAGE FURS HER MOTHER WAS MY GREATEST MUSE. BUT NOW SHE’S IMPORTANT TO ME. SHE SPEAKS A DIFFERENT LANGUAGE FROM ME — LITERALLY, BUT ALSO GENERATIONALLY. AND FASHION NEEDS THAT. OTHERWISE WE WILL ALL BE LEFT BEHIND, I THINK. “i felt like if i kept looking hard enough, trying, even, that i might begin to understand what she was feeling and who she was.” - tobias richard, ex-boyfriend “she likes no one, but wants everyone to love her.” - serra ahmed, best friend “she’s not even old enough to know how bad life gets.” - adrien restoin, brother when i met lux she was trying to get away from her parents a bit. not to run away or get some escape, but drop some of the dependency. she was living in a one bed room in la by herself, she didn’t have a car, she took a cut on her allowance. the reality was still that her one bedroom was a million times nicer than my studio, she expensed her drivers, and her cut was enough to live comfortably. i liked that she was trying, that she wanted to play the young and broke card. but no matter how well she played it, i knew her parents would never really let her fall. it’s good parenting, i wasn’t mad at it. fuck if you could give your kids the world, then give it to them. the expensive things weren’t the problem, that didn’t define her. but the attitude that came with never being told no or to stop was one for me. that’s the problem with girls like lux in general. when no one’s ever told you to slow down before, you laugh at the first person to try. we were in a bathroom in paris when she started nearly swallowing her tongue. i wanted to run for a second, my mom isn’t hers. she wouldn’t call it adventure and expression, she’d probably beat the shit out of me. i had no fucking idea what to do, but my first instinct was to call 911, the second was to flush all the leftover shit. you’d have thought she’d say thank you when she woke up. thanks that i was there, thanks that i called soon enough and got someone in to help her, thanks that i fixed her dress that was falling right off of her before the cops came in, but no, she asked where the rest of her shit was and dumped me when i told her i flushed it. lux told me that getting guys wasn’t really that hard once. that if the girl could play it right, she could have virtually any which one she wanted. she believed it then, she still believes it now. and to her it doesn’t come down to looks or status or what you have to offer, but how you decide you’re going to come off. she spent that whole night proving it. we went from club to club in LA, the first go around she acted like her stone cold self, sitting there in her own little world, not paying anyone the time of day. a couple guys approached her, but they were quick to turn around after a minute of her giving them absolutely nothing to go off of. by the end of the night she was lux on another level. a guy with a ring on his finger always turned her on, so the second she saw the pretty one at the end of the bar it was go time. this lux wasn’t like the lux at the first club, she was talkative, sweet even, her hands weren’t glued to her phone in her own lap, they fell all over him as she laughed at every thing he said. then with each drink came each new pass she made at him, by the fourth he was signing the tab and she texting me that she’d see me in the morning. he didn’t stop calling for weeks. i’ll tell you what happened with ezra, since lux wouldn’t be caught being anything but tight lipped about it, especially now. adrien had talked her into rehab, i think she was sold on the idea of the escape more than anything else. if there’s one thing people miss about lux, it’s how drained she gets. people are always asking her for things, and yea, they might be things the rest of the world would be happy to do, even excited.. they’re mundane to her. they want her opinion, they want her there, they want her to be on call 24/7.. and if there’s something else they miss, it’s that she requires serious alone time before she can face almost anything. she’s the most introverted extrovert i’ve ever met! so yea, after the whole paris thing, adrien practically begged her to go away, and she agreed under the condition she only entered a 30 day program. she made it 17 longer than i thought she would. 17 days isn’t long enough to change or fix a person, especially a person who sees nothing wrong with what they’re doing. she definitely wasn’t changed or fixed, her first night back we were at the beverly hills hotel on a bender just like the one we’d had to send her off. but a couple weeks later, i noticed something was indeed different. somewhere within that time frame she’d met ezra. i’m not sure if it was meeting him, or the stint in rehab or a combination of both.. whatever the case may have been, it was normal at first. he was calling her nonstop, and she started talking about changing her number. we’d avoid every club we heard he was at and never show up for the same after hours. but the out of character parts came after he stopped. it wasn’t a relief like it’d been in the past, it was pure ammo. and why? because he finally stopped picking up the phone? i guess it’s pretty classic, always wanting what you can’t have or only wanting it when it doesn’t want you. but i can’t stress enough that that was one game i had never seen her play. and then came the rest of the firsts i saw - lux wanting a boyfriend, lux taking a boyfriend seriously, lux smiling once or twice, lux not being a selfish little cunt, lux being a super selfish cunt, lux putting a gas tank in his back seat hoping he’d light a cigarette. no really, she put a fucking gas tank in his back seat and if i was interested in an accessory to murder charge i wouldn't have told him. but i wouldn't last a day in jail. i think timing is important. it can be the right person at the wrong time, or the wrong person at the right time.. ezra was the latter. whether it was rehab, boredom, loneliness, emptiness.. i don’t know, but he made her tolerable for a second, a second where i really think she was looking for someone to do that, until he fucked her. she won't mention his name now, so i lied, i can't tell you much more.

lexa, the other hadid, resident