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 HighSnobietyPhotography: Moni Haworth. There are few artists whose output has been as monumentally influential on our collective visual consciousness as ...
2 days ago
 ELLE.comBillie Eilish hung with robots, Roy Sommer wore jorts and Rainie danced nude behind a counter.
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 Rolling StoneI've been obsessed with Antarctica since I was a kid. Growing up in New Zealand, the race to the South Pole is mythologized like the ...
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 PopCrushIn an interview with Blackbird Spyplane, Henrietta Preobrazhensky, known as Rainie, teased fans with some highly anticipated music news.
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 InterviewCazzie David, the actor and writer, has recently released her debut book, a collection of personal essays called "No One Asked for This."
3 weeks ago
New Zealand singer Rainie stepped out on a rare outing with her boyfriend, Blu Church, from their Beverly Hills home on Saturday morning.
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 i-DExclusive: Rainie says 'I'm Sorry' for her first fashion collection. The New Zealand-born musician, artist and photographer tells us how she ...
Nov 19, 2020
"When Nicki Minaj wasn't truthful about her brazilian butt injections for the first year, she ... to 'uncovering' work on specific celebrities, like Rainie.
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... from social media, Rainie—whose real name is Henrietta Snow Preobrazhensky—found another, more personal way to connect with her ...
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If anything should have prepared you for a life of being left out in the cold, it's your middle name.
Why are you avoiding the mistletoe? Are there mites in the mistletoe? There could be mites in the mistletoe. Kissing strangers is a lot more fun when you're both into it verses being commanded by a plant, no? Snow is an outlier. The fun's in being commanded by a plant. When was the last time you took orders from a plant? And when was the last time you kissed a stranger for fun? My plants regularly tell me to water them or given them more or less sun so often. An actual stranger, a couple months ago. When's the last time you've kissed a stranger for fun? I don't remember. Maybe that's why it's fun when the plant tells me to what to do. Because you don't wanna take the risk yourself? Innocent delight encouraged by spontaneous flight of fancy. Who gives a fuck about risk? I had a borderline obsessive gambling phase but I had to stop when I started counting cards. It's more like I want to be told what to want. What's wrong with what you want? Two adults who believed their youngest daughter should be gifted the illusion of independence but should have known better. Do you always know what you want? To know what you want is more about a point and time. Easy to know what I want in a moment, hard to know what I want in a life or in a future. Thing is you just gotta make decisions or something or someone else will and I'm too much of a control freak to wanna give up the false sense of control that actively making decisions gives me. There is no "it." I've been told what to want since I was born, you know? It just makes things blurrier. Blurrier how? So you're young and you get told to do something enough times that you want it. Enough times that you believe that you want it. How are you supposed to know if you actually want what you want? You think your gut instinct has been programmed? The joint burns between your index and middle fingers. No. We're all programmed but I feel like my programming is fucked up. People trust their guts. I don't. What part of you do you trust? Does it matter what the illusion of control is if it's an illusion? Take a drag. Tilt your head to the side. The truth is out there. Tell it to me straight, kid. Trust me. The illusion can be an anchor. Sometimes that's all we need in this sea of chaos. It's cold outside. You make a remark about it, thank him for the hit, and return to the party in your underwear. You drop a pin while pretending to familiarize yourself with the lobby of your new month-to-month lease out in Malibu. Stained glass, minimalist ceramic furnishings, Santorini whites and blues. She doesn't leave you to linger long. Thank you. Oddly soft from scratchy voice to red-rimmed eyes, disguised behind impossibly tiny, impossibly triangular shades. So you wanna tell me what's up? He broke up with me. Called me a liar and a manipulator. Suggested that I don't exist on this plane of reality. There are others who suggest the same. A relatively objective point of view would be appreciated! Terrified of you, she white-knuckles the steering wheel. That's really shitty of him and not fair of him to say those things about you. Why would he even say something like that? It's a long story. maybe he's right. I'm sure he's not. What did you want to talk about in person? He came at me this morning, upset. Said that you told me he left and then I called him ugly and I went back and looked at that conversation and that's not how it happened, not even what I said. But I wasn't even mad about that just worried about you, like, for a lot of reasons, I guess. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You're in his pastel Gucci slides, sixteen sizes too large. I showed him the conversation. It didn't even matter. I used it against him as a weapon. I misremembered. I generalized. Every single thing I did was fucked up, whether you said it or not, to both of you. Hey. It's okay. We all say and do shit we don't mean when we're upset. Especially when someone we love does something shitty. Do you think I need to check into like, a mental ward? At a red light, she stops picking at her hand to squeeze yours. Why are you asking that? Maybe you just need to get out for a sec. Were you really gonna try to ride your horse all the way from Malibu? You cling to the proffered hand like a lifeline, so unlike you and yet so like you. No, of course not, I'd never put him danger like that. I just miss him. He was a birthday gift. Where is he? We can go see him together for a bit and then decide what to do next. It's a stupid question for a pop princess. You ask it anyway. Have you ever been in love?
Um, I mean yeah. A lot of times. All the time. All the time? It's love to me. Have you? Yes. It's love to me, too. 
Episode 2: ‘At The Café’
Sylvia walks through the neighborhood, populated by the most stylish neighbors, decked out in floral dresses, checkered velvet suits, and a couple guests sitting at a counter in the nude.
Key highlight: Rainie is inexplicably nude (don't worry, nothing NSFW) appropos of nothing and we're here for it. 
Episode 2: ‘At The Café’
Sylvia walks through the neighborhood, populated by the most stylish neighbors, decked out in floral dresses, checkered velvet suits, and a couple guests sitting at a counter in the nude.
Key highlight: Rainie is inexplicably nude (don't worry - it's safe for work!) appropos of nothing and we're here for it.
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