Hello, everyone! Sarah is covering the new issue of Flaunt Magazine featuring a new photoshoot and interview.
Flaunt Magazine – As an editor at Flaunt the job is rarely straightforward. They say jump, you say how high? If the boss says, “We’ve got confirmation on the motorcycle for the Paulson shoot tomorrow, we need to find a kitten ASAP,” you say, “What breed?” I admit, this was a tall order even for Flaunt, but come 9 a.m. the next morning I am signing adoption papers. Full disclosure, I lied to the Pasadena Humane Society. I adopted a kitten with no intention of keeping it—but don’t be so quick to judge me. Within an hour of putting that orange tabby in my car, I was holding him in my arms and crying, “I promised I wouldn’t let myself fall in love with you,” like he was the most beautiful prostitute at the Moulin Rouge.
An hour later, I arrive at the chateau-style mini-mansion anachronistically located in the heart of Koreatown, Los Angeles. I’m holed up in the foyer bathroom with the cat, keeping him well out of clawing distance from the thousands of dollars of Rodarte tulle in the hallway. There’s a knock on the door, our fashion assistant tells me Sarah wants to meet the kitten. I present him with the ’ah zebenya!’ fanfare of The Lion King. Paulson takes him in her arms. Lots of purring and awwwwws coming from both Sarah and her partner Holland Taylor; two women I’ve just about worshipped for nearly a decade. They each give him a little smooch goodbye before Sarah departs for hair and makeup. I feel like the pope just kissed my newborn son.
I meet Paulson again three days later at a restaurant in the Beverly Hills Four Seasons, this time with no livestock in hand. It’s 82 degrees, and she’s wearing a sweater, overcoat, and beanie. “I like to be cozy,” she says, calling it out before I have a chance. “I’m from New York. I’ve lived here for years but I haven’t figured out the whole LA thing.”