Mean Baby by Selma Blair

Author:Selma Blair [Blair, Selma]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Published: 2022-05-17T00:00:00+00:00

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I have a manager. He was my publicist in those early days. We are a team now. Our first meeting was arranged by David Weber, who was my boyfriend (and lawyer) at the time. My first impression of Troy was that he was trim and handsome in a black shirt, black pants, and good shoes. The three of us sat in a big conference room overlooking Wilshire Boulevard, and at one point he leaned over to David and said something like “Just tell this one she’s pretty.” I was miffed. It felt condescending, dismissive. Invalidating of any talent or intelligence. I didn’t say much.

“He was adorable, but I’m not sure he got me,” I recapped with David at the elevator as we were leaving.

I may have misunderstood Troy’s remark. In any event, I was wrong. He got me. Over the years, I’d had agents and managers I liked and admired. But I struggled to find a true focus or ambition. Troy saw me light up in the hands of a great artist. He knew this world, and he saw something in me. We’ve been inseparable ever since.

We are, in many ways, of brother and sister makeup. We play and annoy, we egg each other on. We call each other “monkey.” We agree it reads a bit pathetic to have my main gay and cohort a commissioned employee. We are Elizabeth Taylor and Jason Winters, we joke, so fundamental to my life is he.

Troy is better than anyone at pushing what he believes in. For years, I thought he was the boss. For years, he thought I was. It was only this past year that we realized we are partners. (An epiphany that made us cry.) I have never had anyone stand by my side like this man.

Troy told me I was America’s last great beauty, although he doesn’t remember saying this (or I misunderstood the remark—again). He had me meet Krista Smith at Vanity Fair, another person with an incredible eye as well as a brain. The two became like parents to me, even if peers in age. Over the years, I appeared on the cover of Vanity Fair two times, for the Young Hollywood issue. For the first time, after a long day of Zoe, I flew to Miami for the cover shoot and got a horrible bloody nose on the plane. It wouldn’t stop, so I called Troy for help. I was up all night, got my nose quickly cauterized, and showed up on set an hour later, still wiping blood from a spot under my chin, dazed by the greatness of Annie Leibovitz.

I was so looking forward to having my hair and makeup done for this shoot, to be made glamorous for Vanity Fair. I had studied the Hollywood covers and knew there was no skimp on gowns or glam. When I entered the room where Annie was setting up for the garden shot, she took one look at me and said, “Don’t touch her.” At the time, I was shocked.

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