Perhaps just because I am terrible at the observa - tional aspect of my job, I don’t notice who I am seated next to in Soho at New York’s bustling Altro Paradiso restaurant when Chloë Sevigny — hair tied back, Patagonia fleece and mustard leggings — wanders over to the table.
‘Shall we go and sit outside?’ she smiles, slightly sheepishly, without sitting down. Fine with me. She doesn’t, she says as we wander out, want to do an interview about being an actor while sitting in such close proximity to another actor, whom she knows. Fair enough, I think. I try to glance back and catch a glimpse, but it’s too late.
