Lana Del Rey Shares Her Secret to Dominating Men in ‘Billboard’
A panic attack has never been so irresistible.
The ethereal Lana Del Rey met with Bruce Weber at her home in Los Angeles for an exclusive interview with Billboard to discuss her latest album, Honeymoon, her effect on the male species, and the prospect of working with James Franco.
Del Rey was destined for greatness as the daughter to a realtor, whom she describes to Weber as just about the most perfect specimen of middle-aged man. “My dad’s that guy with perfect Hawaiian shirts and matching shorts,” she says. “The other day he said, ‘We should see about getting you a vintage Rolls.’ I said, ‘Um, it’s a little attention-grabbing.’ And he said, ‘Uh, yeah.’ ”
She opens up about her anxiety over death, which manifested when she was 4 years old. “I’d just seen a show on TV where the person was killed. And I turned to my parents and said, ‘Are we all going to die?’ They said ‘Yes’,” she tells Weber. “I was totally distraught!”
Del Rey has seen a therapist for her trauma, is inspired by the late Buddhist-New Thought motivational speaker Wayne Dyer, and has seen a clairvoyant, who nailed the details of her love life. Though a vixen, Del Rey has only recently become aware of her hypnotizing powers on men. She recounts to Weber a tale from her dating past when an ex-boyfriend allowed her to drive his F-150 pickup and she spiraled out into a panic.
“He said, ‘I love that you’re out of control.’ He saw how vulnerable I was, how afraid, and he loved that.”
The Honeymoon singer displays a cinematic mind despite reservations of becoming an actress in cinema, even if for her friend and greatest fan, James Franco. She describes a film idea that she conceived while living in Hancock Park about a singer losing her mind, similar to the feel of Sunset Boulevard.
“She has this Nest-like security system installed, cameras everywhere. The only people she saw were people who work on the grounds: construction people and gardeners. One day she hears the gardener humming this song she wrote. She panics and thinks, “Oh, my God. Was I humming that out loud or just to myself?'”