Jennifer is the cover of the June 2014 issue of Marie Claire, looking beautiful! Here’s the cover and a few high resolution pics from the photoshoot (go to the gallery to view them all!).
Jennifer Lawrence Just Can’t Help It
“I’m pregnant,” Jennifer Lawrence tells me with deadpan solemnity, swirling a goblet of red wine. Then, seeing my eyes widen, she shakes her head vigorously. “Not really! Quite the opposite, actually…”
We’re sitting in an empty bar at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel in Atlanta, not far from where Lawrence, in her role as the longbow-wielding Katniss Everdeen, is filming the third and fourth installments of The Hunger Games franchise, Mockingjay-Part 1, due out in November, and Mockingjay-Part 2, a November 2015 release. Our allotted time is just about up, and I’ve demanded a juicy piece of gossip in exchange for promising to keep out of print whatever career-ending comments she may have already uttered. (Nobody ever said celebrity journalism was pretty.)
By “quite the opposite,” the actress means it’s that time of the month, which may seem quite the overshare, even coming from the girl who introduced the world to the perils of “armpit vagina” while wearing Dior Haute Couture at this year’s Screen Actors Guild Awards. But it is crucial to bear in mind when you hear her fulminate about various annoyances, from fans who interrupt her during meals to Anne Hathaway’s online haters to, yes, the paparazzi.
Lawrence’s hair is short, honey-colored, and windswept. She’s wearing a gray sweatshirt from Topshop, J Brand jeans, and a pair of black suede boots. Her black leather bag is “a gift from Tom Fordy,” she trills. Among its contents: an informational sheet that came with her birth control; a computer charger; a bottle of Chloé perfume, custom-monogrammed by a friend with Lawrence’s nickname Katpiss Neverclean; and some lip balm, which she generously offers to share.
Lawrence has a reputation as every girl’s imaginary BFF for a reason: In person, she is in fact the nicest, coolest, most grounded and hilarious superstar you’d ever hope to meet. But the 23-year-old Oscar winner has also got a mouth on her and a marked disinclination to censor what comes out of it. So far, that has generally worked in her favor. But every so often, when the moon tides are just so, look out. “You don’t know what it’s like to tell your ovaries not to make you cry,” she lectures. “You don’t know what that’s like! It’s going to be so hard to watch my daughter come home from school crying about her period and not just say, ‘You need a glass of wine. That will fix you right up!'”
But before all that, she has a movie to promote. X-Men: Days of Future Past is the latest in the mutant-superhero franchise in which Lawrence returns as Raven Darkholme, aka Mystique, a self-effacing shape-shifter whose natural skin tone is a vibrant, scaly, cerulean blue. One of the great ironies of Lawrence’s short but extraordinary career—playing relentlessly determined heroines in everything from scrappy indies (Winter’s Bone) and thoughtful dramas (Silver Linings Playbook, American Hustle) to tentpole franchises like The Hunger Games—is that this supposed superhero has somehow been the feeblest character in the bunch. That, she promises, will change in this new installment. “In X-Men: First Class, she’s insecure, and she wants to be something she’s not,” Lawrence explains. “But in this one, it’s years later. She’s her own agent, and she’s proud of who she is, so yeah, she will not be as wimpy.”