Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2013 22:20:38 GMT
sinthia clark-kaplan ,
full name: Sinthia Adella Clark-Kaplan.
nicknames: Sin.
age: 22.
birthday: January 1st.
education: High School.
occupation: Musician.
marital status: In A Relationship.
current city: New York City, New York.
hometown: N/A.
parents:- Debra Clark-Kaplan; mother.
- Vinnie Cameron; father.
- Edmund Kaplan; step-father.
siblings:- Carmine Kaplan; step-brother.
- Harry Kaplan; step-brother.
- Francis Kaplan; step-brother.
- Juda Kaplan; step-brother.
other:- Jonny Kaplan; step-cousin.
- Claudia Kaplan; step-cousin.
“That’s part of what I like about the book in some ways. It portrays death truthfully. You die in the middle of your life, in the middle of a sentence”
Sinthia Clark-Kaplan sits across from me on the eve of her 22nd birthday, looking good even in something that is no doubt from last season. She's not the type of girl I'm used to, not so much obsessed with fashion as she is effortless. She's everywhere lately, prominent in the music and the media, nobody can seem to keep her attention for long, but we're certainly going to try.
EP: So, a lot has changed for you in the past year. Temper broke up, you starred in a rather controversial music video for Robin Thicke, and from what I hear, picked up a few modelling jobs.
SCK: Yea, it's been crazy. I've wanted to do music my whole life but that moment isn't right now for me. When Robin asked me to do the video, I never thought it'd get a reaction like this. I mean, I never really saw it as a problem, you know? They wanted pretty girls and I'm a pretty girl. People come down hard on me for that but whatever, I guess it worked in my favor because now my face is everywhere. And it sparked the modelling jobs.
EP: Can you blame people though? You're completely nude in the unrated version.
SCK: I don't get why that's so taboo? Like everyone is always yelling at me to put my clothes on but I think it's pretty fucking empowering to be naked. I didn't ever feel objectified. I felt like I was on top of the word.
EP: How'd your boyfriend react?
SCK: Jonny totally gets off to it when he's on tour and missing me.EP: The pair of you are notorious for not saying anything about your relationship. Why is that?
SCK: Seems to work well for Beyonce and Jay-Z.
EP: Fair enough. Do you see yourself rejoining the music scene any time soon? Or are you done for good?
SCK: For the moment, I'm content doing other things. I can't exactly give what they are away because my manager is always down on me about talking too much but whatever! I liked being in the music video, so if you know anyone looking for a naked girl, let me know! No but seriously, I need a break. It's been a lot of go go go in the past three years. Besides, right now I'm way more interested in things that are pleasing to the eyes rather than the ears. I'm an artist of all senses.
EP: Does this mean you might be the next celebrity chef, too?
SCK: Nah, gotta stay trim! I eat canned tuna and apples, not so much gourmet cooking happening there.
EP: I heard you're walking for Rag & Bone later this month, is that the reason you're watching your figure?
SCK: Ew, a journalist who has done their homework. I'm not making you any promises. I'm a flighty girl, I'm dedicated to nothing.
EP: And yet here you are, successful and well known in New York City.
SCK: Lucky, nobody actually knows me that well, otherwise I wouldn't be seen as such a pleasure.
THE STORY OF MY LIFE ..
... is not one that I've ever told from start to finish. Perhaps this is because I'm stuck in a constant state of bewilderment, or because I've never sat down to piece every little inch of my life together. Sometimes I wonder what the minute details might betray about me, because I've never been much about details, or even much about the bigger picture. I am, from start to finish, a young woman who has cared about very little over the course of her life. The thing I have cared about, they always hurt me in the end.
Little known fact, I was born in Iowa, the single, solitary daughter to a single, solitary mother. Whatever glamorous assumptions you have about me bouncing on my father's knee, a child prodigy and spoiled heir to a rock star throne, you've pretty much got that all wrong. But we'll get to the obvious gaping hole in my familial unit later. Iowa is exactly as the picture it conjures, flat, filled from state corner to corner with golden, tall wheat. Though, to be fair, I don't actually know this. I was too little to even comprehend the scenery, and although I am a grown woman and fully capable of visiting my grandparents, I haven't since the age of thirteen. I was born quietly, without much thought, just another child to another young and irresponsible mother. She was the same age as I am, now, so I suppose that I cannot give her the label of teen mom, even if she surely acted like it and we were no better off. I never questioned for the first half of my life why I didn't have a father. The concept was foreign, and I was content, just Debra and me. We never really did stay in one place for long. I was an army brat without any of the legitimacy. We were nomads for no other reason aside from the fact that we had roots no where.
I suppose I can elaborate on my conception, as I usually opt to be more vague about it until now. My mother was somewhat of a groupie in her early twenties, though she prefers the term roadie because in her mind, it implies that she actually did something aside from fucking the band members. To he fair, she was technically part of their crew, hence why she was allowed on Beach's european tour. Biologically, my father is Vinnie Cameron. Lead guitarist, lead singer, grunge 1980's hunk. I was conceived in Italy, ironically enough, where he's decided to silence himself and retire to. The people that know us both often tell me that I am reminiscent of him, though I can't see it. I've met him once in my life, but that part comes later. He knew I existed, but nothing ever came of it other than a few half assed child support payments. I'm not bitter about it. I had been so used to being without him that I never really missed having a father figure. My mother had always been enough. We moved around a lot. I've lived in nearly every state, aside from anything too far west or too far south. We've also never been to Alaska. But, never the less, that was a lot of places over the course of fifteen years. I am tied to everything and nothing.
Nothing really happened until I was fifteen. Due mostly, in part, to my mother's choice to settle down. She picked New England, in love with the culture of the people and the nautical themed houses. She loved it like it was something out of a Donna Tartt novel, enthralled by rich fabrics and rich people with horrible personalities. I was a smart kid, a shy kid by this point. I had worked hard, even though I had never stayed in one place for long, to ensure that I would have some sort of future. My grades were perfect, though I doubt I ever got a real report card. Everything got lost in the move, lost in translation, lost between state lines and horizons. Some how though, my mother picked a white picket fence in Vermont, and we lived there, she and I, from June until September. That September was the September that things began to change.
It looked just like the catalog. Ivy covered, old bricks, white trim. The lawns were manicured to match the feminine fingers of every female student that ran rampant through the place. It looked like post cards and letters and note book pages. The boys had coat tails and blonde, shaggy hair. I was breathless for them, curvy for fifteen and unaware of my skin. I was deer-like and scrambled. I feared, loathed, and loved the idea of boarding school right up until I was marched through the halls to my dorm room where I would live for the next 8 months. They dropped me off and I was very much alone, though looking back on it, I feel worse for my mother. However, had she not finally separated herself from me, she might not be married to Edmund. That too, comes later. It was not twenty minutes after I was alone, pulling at the itchy wool of my uniform skirt while simultaneously attempting to make my bed before I met Gwen Summers. Gwen has affected me more than any other person in my life. More than Jonny, more than my mother, more than Sara or any friend or boyfriend. She is my foil, from start to finish, and she is the reason I am the kind of crazy that I choose to be. The details of Gwen Summers are nothing that I care to rehash. She taught me how to properly eat out a woman, how to properly snort lines, she gave me my first tattoo with pen ink and a needle. I miss her lips and her terrifying way of making me leap without looking.
HOLLY, NYC, DOUTZEN KROES.