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The Sexiest Woman Alive
November 2004



Courtesy of JoliesDragon at www.joliesdragon.com


She materializes in the dark lobby bar at the Hotel Bel-AIr, a wisp of smoke, late but somehow unexpected. She looks at me attentively with large blue eyes. Her hair is long and chestnut colored, framing her porcelain face, her lips preternatural. She is smaller than I imagined, thin and insubstanial. Cloaked in a camel-colored overcoat, vaguely rakish, she brings to mind Amelia Earhart.

It is our second meetings. In the three nights since last we met, she has stayed in three different hotels-two in Beverly Hills and one in New York City, where she went, she says, partly because she had a business meeting, but also because her son loves to play in Central Park.

Her son's name is Maddox Jolie, and she adopted him in Cambodia in 2002. Like his mother, the boy is airplane mad. She promised him on his second birhtday that she'd learn to fly. And just the other day, on his third birthday, she test-flew her new airplane. (She calls it "our new plane.") She soloed for the first time in August.

Mounting the barstool, she removes her coat to reveal a tight black sleeveless top over low-slung jeans. On her left shoulder, skin-colored makeup barely covers an old tattoo. In the course of the evening, she will allow me to moisten the tip of my finger with my tongue and try to wipe off the makeup, under which had once been written Billy Bob. (Also, she will turn her back to me and pull up her shirt and bend over, all of which to show me her new tiger tattoo, which stretches roughly from her shoulder blades on down to the swell of her ass.) The shoulder itself, the arm, the neck, all of her, really, appears a bit too thin. She looks fragile, like a refugee.

The following are statement Jolie gave during the interview. There were no questions listed:

I've always been perceived as kind of wild or bad or weird or crazy. If you knew me privately, you might think I was even wilder than my reputation. But I'm also much softer. I'm a soft woman. Softer than people think.

Most of the bad girls I play end up crying for some reason.

I actually don't have a place to live right now. I have a house in England an an office in New York, but I have a bug in me to change everything.

I've always hoped that one day I would have alife that was more exciting than the characters I was playing in the movies. Now I think I'm on the right track. My life is as interesting to me as my work.

Often people make the mistake of thinking that just because there is a camera or a microphone in your face, you have to speak.

You can't get more alone than flying solo for the first time.

There are all these metaphors from the early fliers about flying above the cynics of the world and being free. I don't disagree with that. And I love the discipline of committing to something. Because this is the hardest thing I've ever done. Just the work of it and the commitment and how long it's taken. The classes. The science and math of it. Meteorology. Navigation. All of it. I'm taking the English and the American courses at the same time. In America there's one test; in England there are eight.

They say flying is better than sex. To me, it is. Absolutely. Hands down. It just is. Don't ask.

For three years I've been a Goodwill Ambassador through the UNHCR. Initially it was just for myself, you know, wanting to get my hands dirty, to be part of the real world, to get myself an education. But then I went to some hearings in Washington and I realized that a lot of people don't understand what's really going on.

In the last few months, I've been in a constant state of movement. I went to Chad-I spent my birthday in Chad-then to Cambodia. Then I went to Washington for Refugee Day, and then I went to speak at the secretary of state's open forum on trafficking. Trafficking is different in different areas of the world. In Cambodia, the highest rate of people trafficking are children for begging. Hill-tribe girls are likely to end up used for sex or slave labor. Then I went to Italy to speak for We Are the Future, for children of conflict, and then I went to Spain for its Refugee Day. I went to Jordan for the Arab Children's Congress. Then I went back to Cambodia to deal with the dams and the mining and the poaching. That was my summer vacation. In between, I took flying lessons.

It's an unbelieveable feeling to be at one with the air.

I wanted to have a concrete skill where I could do something to help people in real ways. I'd love to be able to donate my services, to fly sick people to hospitals, you know, like people who have cancer, or people who have lost their limbs. I could deliver food. Anything. Just to be doing something practical would be great.

The media reports things in certain ways. They know exactly what they're doing. Like in Darfur, Sudan, they say that the violence is Arabs against blacks. You read this and you get a certain picture in your mind. But the truth is, on both sides, the people all look exactly the same! Most peopel don't realize this. It's significant.

I'm obsessive about being organized. I guess it's because I've never lived anywhere solid.

At first, the idea of me playing Alexander's mother was weird. Then I read the script, and I love Oliver's writing. I love him. When he casts people, he kind of casts their spirit. And hopefully, if I did my job right, you'll see the kind of specific spirit Olympias has. She's not a typical mother. She'a follower of Dionysus, the god of chaos. In every other scene she's got a snake. The first time you meet her, she's handling a snake to five-year-old Alexander, showing him not to fear. She was from a time when you raised your children for greatness. You didn't raise them to be happy and safe and sweet. You raised them to be heroic. To fight and kill. To not be afraid.

Many of the refugees I've met were lawyers or doctors, people who lived in wealthy areas. And then suddenly they're living in the middle of nowhere with nothing. We can't imagine that happening in this country. It just doesn't cross our mind.

I read something somewhere that if it doesn't scare you, it's not courageous.

I have a fire inside me that maybe could be a little less. I've gone through two marriages because I couldn't just be at peace and be at home and appreciate and enjoy my marriage or my life.

Oliver Stone was really great in encouraging me to read more international newspapers, to be more involved, to question things. He got me kind of passionate about global issues.

In Mr. & Mrs. Smith, Brad Pitt and I are a married couple, who have been together for a few years. I'm a little homemaker, and I'm totally psychotic about how I want the curtains and everything, and he's mowing the lawn, all that. And we're both in denial about there being anything wrong in the marriage and whose fault it is. We even argue about how long we've been married. One of us says five years; one of us says six. And then we realize, and the audience know it before we do, that we both have a secret. It's kind of a comedy. We spend most of the movie trying to kill each other.

I don't know how many movies I've done. I don't keep count.

Maddox is my little mate. We have long conversations. Before I got him, he was in an orphanage for seven months-seven months of other kids screaming and crying. He was living with kids who had AIDS and kids who had other diseases. I think in some weird way he feels an old unity with loudness and suffering kids and stuff. He's not used to being the only baby.

I can't get my son out of a plane. We landed the other day in New York, and the first thing he said was, "More, Mama!"

I want to take Madd to see one of my movies, but I have to pick the right one. It's tough. I think he might cry if he sees me. Either I'm the bad girl ro I'm killed or I'm a mess emotionally or I step on a mine.

I do believe I have to concentrate on my son. That's why I have lovers right now and not a boyfriend. I don't want my son to start calling somebody Daddy unless that person's gonna stay.

I have mainly two very close lovers. Wonderful men. I've been married so much in my life, I never really had lovers. So it's been a kind of fun time. Hopefully the men are enjoying it as well.

I don't think there's a man who is my lover who doesn't feel empowered.

Men are part of my life now, but not the defining element.

Having the economic freedom to make your own decisions is defining.

I don't do anything. I don't hang out with friends. I don't shop. It dawned on my the other day: I don't have any friends that I don't work with. I'm aware of that.

The tattoos, the blood, cutting myself-it's all very much who I am.

In the world I'd like to live in, we could all discuss those things. Instead, it gets turned int o prurient headlines.

In years past, I was just being myself. I was just sharing it more with people. Now I don't feel like being constantly misinterpreted. Why share something it it's just gonna be used for shock value?

I guarantee you, my life is much more wild and free and headline worthy today than it was when I was in all the headlines.

Was I really on herion? Turn off the tape.

If you ask people what they've always wanted to do, most people haven't done it. That breaks my heart.

The first time I got married, I was young. I knew I wanted to be married and wanted to be his wife, and I wanted to know marriage, not just a boyfriend-girlfriend- thing. And it was a great experience; it enriched both of our lives. But we knew in the sense that we were so damaged.

Billy and I were jsut so similar in the sense that we were so damaged by smiliar things and so wild in similar ways and so sensitive in similar ways.

The thing about Billy is he's genuinely eccentric; he's genuinely who he is. We will be great friends forever.

No. I don't think I'll be getting married again anytime soon.

JFK Jr. wasn't rated for the weather conditions he was flying in. That wasn't just an accident. He shouldn't have gone up in those conditions. I don't know exactly what happened that day, but maybe that smarter thing would have been to say to your family. "Hey, we're not gonna make it. We have to turn around."

I'm more careful about my flying than I've been about anything.

For awhile there I started to experiment a little with g forces; I got a little g-force happy. I did it with Madd in the plane the other day. And his little face turned red and he couldn't stop laughing.

The English: They migth be repressed, but they're good in bed.

I had a little window tattoo for awhile, which is now covered by the huge tiger on my back.The tiger was done by a monk. There's also a lot of ancient Buddhist script. I told him about the projects I was doing in Asia and what my intensions were for raising my son as a Buddhist. And I kind of gave him a point on my back not to go higher than. I just kind of trusted him.He spent an hour and a half working freehand. Part of it was intense pain. My lower spine, that really hurt. I had no idea what he was doing back there.

The window was this weird box, a tiny box, low on my back. Because ever since I was a kid, I used to stare out windows. I always wanted to go somewhere else. Wherever I was- I'd be married, I'd be on my wedding day, or I'd, you know, just had sex with my husband or just finished a shot in a movie or whatever it was-I'd always stare out the window and just think, There's got to be something else. Now the window's mostly covered by the tiger. Now, fortunately, I went through the window. I traveled there and lived there, which is something I never thought I'd be able to do. Now I stare at the sky thinking about flying.

My mom and I have always been close. People don't know that because they're always writing about my father. She's a great lady. Catholic schoolgirl. Very sweet. Almost the polar opposite of me as a woman and yet so supportive of everything wild and sexual and free, because she also lived through the sixities. She grew up very proper but hung out on Sunset Strip. So she's got a neat balance.

Flying is looking up at the sky and seeing roads.

That's a new thing with motherhood: the whole getting to know the mothers. Part of me wants to avoid it, and part of me wants to become president of the PTA.

I had to get a good-conduct clearance recently, a certificate of good conduct. And I thought, Oh, God.









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Published on: 2004-10-25 (4577 reads)

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