Sometimes in life you get to meet a movie star. Three things can happen: 1. You geek out in your two minutes together, get a quick photo and brag about it on social media for the entire week. The movie star is an entitled asshole who blows you off. You actually like this person and would consider being friends in another life, if you too were rich and famous. I became friends with Malone after hanging out with her on two separate occasions for this column. I did not know her beforehand.
Can you become too close to your subject? There were no smoke and mirrors, no bullshit and no excuses with her.
This woman is the real deal. Her hair color changes by the week; brown to blonde to fire engine red. Maybe less. She likes to get high. She enjoys smoking American Spirits, sometimes several in a row. She hates being alone.
She sits next to her musical partner, Lem Jay Ignacio, at a wooden table at Fifty Seven, a hip restaurant that recently opened Downtown. The two perform music together as The Shoe. She looks over at him and makes a pleading face. She stares, amused. She leans in closer to me — casual, sly and almost comforting. I order two of the same cocktail for myself: some concoction with rum, chamomile, grappa, fresh lime and sugar.
She reaches for a folded white napkin and places it on her lap. She giggles the giggle of a nervous schoolgirl, then sips from her champagne flute and regales me:.
