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Making a meal for two women who are, collectively, vegan, gluten-free, dairy-free, and actresses on the cusp of superstardom is not easy.
Styling by Sara Jane Hoare; Makeup for Larson by Fulvia Farolfi for Chanel; Hair for Larson by Teddy Charles; Makeup for Woodley by Roxy at the Magnet Agency using Rejuva Minerals; Hair for Woodley by Keith Carpenter at The Wall Group; Sweaters by the Row.
The girls talked like long-lost sisters, airing their frustrations and expectations in equal measure. “Together,” she said, “we are able to refine our ideas.
Woodley, for instance, hates sleeping scenes in movies. “Girls in this industry sabotage one another,” Larson said. In the past, we would talk about how people told us that if we wanted ‘success,’ we’d have to dress a certain way, act a certain way.
I worried that she was going to disapprove of my non-ecocentric bulbs, but instead she said, “It’s so good to be out of the fluorescent light in the hotel.” Larson sat down at the table. “Lately, I’ve been getting too much attention with the Met Gala and work going so well that I try to find rejection in my day.
I’ll seek out someone on the street or at the farmers’ market and ask for something where I know they’ll say no. And I don’t want to lose that feeling.” “You create the story of your day,” Woodley said enthusiastically.
When she’s not working, Woodley likes to disappear, and for a week it wasn’t clear if she was coming to dinner or not.
She doesn’t have a permanent home or cell phone—preferring to couch-surf at her friends’ houses.
“In Brie, I immediately recognized another strong female spirit,” Woodley told me a few days before our dinner.
They are throwbacks to a less technological time: Neither is active in social media, preferring older modes.
“My favorite thing in the world is writing a letter and sending it snail mail,” Woodley said as she nibbled on a tamari-seaweed rice cracker.
I nervously set the table, worried that the five taxidermied chickens in my dining room would upset my sensitive guests.
Luckily, if they noticed, Woodley and Larson did not comment. “We have a primal connection,” Woodley said as she embraced Larson.