Reporter: “The Rolling Stone cover—you were so glammed up.”
Angelina Jolie: “I wasn’t all glammed up. The cover, I was totally red-faced from crying.”
Reporter: “Really?”
Angelina Jolie: “Because I felt like a whore.”
Reporter: That picture in the black lace camisole? With her eyes all postcoital and her fingertips stuck suggestively into the famous hornet-stung lips? She was crying?
Talking about it, she gets upset all over again.
Angelina Jolie: “And I told him that. I told the photographer. And it’s not Rolling Stone’s fault, and it’s not, you know, the wardrobe woman’s fault or anything. It’s—the photographer just had his idea of me being—and I talked to him before and I said, you know, if they wanted to get me free or wild, that—but, you know, they kept saying which—the same as yesterday. I kept saying to them, you know, that I just wanted to—whatever they—just to show me what they want.”
