As an ardent fan of ready-made metaphors, as well as of cats, Swift was excited by this. Half of my brain was going, ' We should be able to take a picture if we want to.
"My first reaction was, ' Did you take a picture? That guy is asking for it – he's got a cat on his head!
I think that's interesting.'" It's 1300 hours in the San Fernando Valley, and Project Sparrow is in full effect.
In a nondescript parking lot at a soundstage in Van Nuys, California, a Blackwater-esque platoon of personal-security professionals stands at the ready.
Asleep on her massive four-poster bed is a tiny white ball of fur. Swift gestures to a set of planters: "Those are hydrangeas, and over there are the roses and basil and rosemary." Heading back downstairs, she passes an antique lamp with the inscription CALADIUM SEGUINUM on it. She can walk down the street to get dinner, or go furniture shopping with friends in Brooklyn. "They don't provoke me, or ask weird questions.
Swift took Latin in high school, but says she isn't sure what it means. It turns out it's a homeopathic remedy for male impotence.) For years, Swift was terrified to move to New York. And a lot of them are long-lensing it – which, if you have to have paparazzi in your life, is such a better way." She likes it so much she's trying to recruit friends to move here – like her buddy Selena Gomez. "I think I can do it."ack in the living room, Swift settles into the couch with a muffin and starts talking about her Fourth of July.
There are worries about spies and recording devices. "There's someone whose entire job it is to figure out things that I don't want the world to see," she says. "Most of the neighbors know what's what by now," Jimmy says, locking the door behind him.
"Don't even get me started on wiretaps," Swift says seriously. "They look at your career, they look at what you prioritize, and they try to figure out what would be the most revealing or hurtful. Today is a good day for Jimmy, because the elevator is working again after a brief period of being broken. "And we don't travel light, if you know what I mean." I tell him I think I do know what he means, and Jimmy laughs. " Up in the penthouse, a barefoot Swift answers the door in a periwinkle-blue sundress: "Welcome to my apartment! " She breezes into the living room, pointing out the fish tank filled with vintage baseballs ("I was like, ' That's so cool, they're so old! "Here's my pool table that always has cat hair on it.
(Jack Antonoff, of Bleachers and fun., who has recently co-written several songs with Swift, says that "just having her songs on my hard drive makes me feel like I have Russian secrets or something.Even with the rain, the slides still weren't slippery enough, so they got a bunch of olive oil and poured it all over themselves.("There was a dangerous level of slipperiness," Swift says.) Later they all went to the beach, which is normally full of Swift-gawkers ("Hotel fees have doubled in the year we've been there," Swift says), but was empty that day because of the rain. "Of course we won." Swift bought the Rhode Island house in April 2013, for a reported million."I could label all my girlfriends as Shoshannas, Jessas, Marnies or Hannahs," she says. Even though I've never accidentally smoked crack at a warehouse party and run pantsless through Brooklyn." (Dunham, meanwhile, thinks Swift is more like "Hannah, minus the horrid sexual behavior.Or Marnie, if she wasn't an asshole.") Swift leads the way upstairs to her bedroom. It's her two-month old kitten, named after Olivia Benson, from She steps onto her patio and climbs the staircase up to the roof deck. "It's construction central." A forest of skyscrapers surrounds her; the Freedom Tower looks close enough to touch.
"This is a thing me and Lena have," says Swift – meaning Lena Dunham, another recent friend.