The last time I saw Lily Wilkes was at the Hummingbird premiere yesterday in LA (Apr. 24th). I was assigned to cover the event as a reporter (for a magazine I will not disclose here, but I will say that it is a mainstream US entertainment and lifestyle mag). It was my job to cover what she was wearing, and conduct a small interview. Standard stuff. I heard great things about Lily, and I was looking forward to it. Well, jokes on me, I guess. I know this quaint blog as well as a bunch of others practically idolize her like she’s royalty, so I’ll let you guys down gently:
Lily Wilkes is not as perfect as you like to think she is!
First of all, before you fangirls try to trace my URL and send me mindless hate, this was MY EXPERIENCE (!!!!!). What I’m about to type is what happened, so don’t go on about how I’m telling lies or am purposely trying to ruin her rep.
Here’s how it went down.
Once she got on the red carpet, the press took turns interviewing her. I was around the end of the line, maybe the 14th interviewer or whatever. So, she should be warmed up by now. Once it was my turn, I began by asking her who she was wearing, and all that stuff. This is the transcription:
“Dress: Alexander McQueen. Purse is Vuitton. Shoes..ah..honestly, not sure. We ended up changing them last minute.”
Okay, no offense, but by not knowing what’s on her own two feet, that makes everyone’s jobs so much harder. Her ignorance is not only embarrassing, but it’s inconsiderate. We have to either reverse-engineer it, or find her stylist—-all time-costly methods that will deter me from submitting/releasing my article first.
Regardless of this total carelessness, I carried on to my interview. I asked her what her favorite part of filming was. She gave good enough answers, ones that I could actually print. But then I asked her who she came to the premiere with; if she came with someone new. Again, STANDARD.
She gave me this big sassy response:
“Oh, here we go.” She laughed after, like it was funny or something.
“Well?” I asked.
“I’m not—no. I didn’t come with anyone ‘new’. I brought my family.” Her voice was the definition of curt.
She was acting like it was such an invasion of privacy, like I just insulted her or something. I decided to steer away from it anyway; she looked like she was about to rip my throat out if I continued. I ended it after one more question about the shoot (which she gave a vague and uninteresting answer to, again.). Once it was done, she gave me such a passive aggressive look before turning away and walking in the other direction.
You’d think Lily would be kinder and more understanding towards press, because she’s been in the business for a few years already.
Guess not.
