![]() She has flirted with photography ("but it's such a repetitive action and I have the attention span of a rabbit on cocaine"), and she might go intern at Rolling Stone magazine this summer, but there's no rush. She's not entirely sure what that will be yet. People need to wait until I've done something valid with my life." If you're a big Nirvana fan, a big Hole fan, then I understand why you would want to get to know me, but I'm not my parents. I came out of the womb and people wanted to know who I was because of my parents. "These people are fascinated by me, but I haven't done anything," Frances says. It's creepy to see fan sites about me." There are almost 200,000 Web pages featuring Frances, which variously anoint her "the most beloved child in rock 'n' roll" or debate burning issues like "Do you think Frances Bean should guest on Hannah Montana?" ![]() ("She has a legend on her shoulders," Courtney observes.) "I get it, I really do," Frances says with a wriggle, "but at the same time, it's creepy. Of course, it is genetics-her grunge-icon father, Kurt, who took his own life when Frances was not yet two, and her rocker mother, Courtney, now clean after completing drug rehabilitation in 2005-that has the world so intrigued by Frances. "I'm very lucky because my eyes work with almost any hair color," Frances notes breezily. It was worth it, though, because it looks so cool."īut it's Frances's eyes that have it: Huge pools of "like green, blue, yellow, purple, orange, gray," they are startlingly and immediately reminiscent of her late father, Kurt Cobain. She was freaking out because she thought it was going to be a big stud or a big ring," she says. She recently dyed her hair black, accenting the look with more red lipstick, red fingernails, and - mais oui - red toenails. Maskrey cardigan, a navy tank, and a black American Apparel skirt. And she is dressed for the occasion in a sparkly red J. Is her current favorite movie.) She's implicitly aware that this interview-with no hovering minders, no publicists, no Mom-represents something of a coming-out party. (This may explain why the French period drama Molière Mom and I were like 30 minutes late for the airport because we're both very flaky people."įrances is disarmingly direct, dispensing bons mots like a 17th-century raconteur. "I bought them maybe three minutes before we got on the plane 'cause we were staying at the Four Seasons and Prada is right next door, thank God. "Oh, yeah, they're Prada," she says in rat-a-tat-tat style. "That's where I'm going to live, I'm convinced of it." The two were captured by the paparazzi at LAX, Frances wearing a shock of red lipstick and a pair of satin heels almost as tall as she is. ![]() "New York is like my dream city," Frances proclaims. I'm not gonna lie."įrances and Courtney just got back from New York, where they were looking for apartments. ![]() "I love so much," Frances says, plopping on the couch. Said lair houses a kitten ("She's called One, Two, Three because I couldn't decide what to name her"), a big-screen TV, and, on the couch, a BlackBerry and a DVD of Sex and the City Sex and the City A chatty, spritelike firecracker, Frances, 15, is bouncing around her lair, a guesthouse at the back of Courtney's grand manse in Beverly Hills. Those who think Frances Bean Cobain is an enigma wrapped in rock 'n' roll mystery, a shy, blue-eyed kid clinging to mother Courtney Love's hand on assorted red carpets, would be sadly mistaken. ![]()
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