The funny thing is, Sienna Miller can’t stand boho chic. “Don’t you think it sounds annoying?” asks the eternal poster girl for hippy-luxe, festival-adjacent summer dressing. Actually, from where I’m sitting right now, boho chic looks pretty damn good. Barefoot in jeans and a tissue-fine T-shirt, ropes of Botticelli-blond hair tumbling over her shoulders, Miller looks absurdly radiant even on Microsoft Teams, after “a rough baby night” with her second daughter. “That’s very nice of you,” she says sunnily, “but you know, there just is a bohemian way of dressing, isn’t there? It’s not like I invented anything.” She shrugs. “When I was younger the 70s and 60s really resonated for me. I bought vintage things at markets.”
But Miller, 42, knows better than most that fame can mean that the media, not you, get to decide who the world thinks you are. The actor survived a harrowing experience as the victim of phone hacking, a decade having her personal life ransacked for tabloid entertainment followed by another fighting for justice. So the fact that the world now has a habit of mistaking her wardrobe for her personality feels like small fry. Having won damages from News Group Newspapers and two paparazzi photo agencies in 2008 for breaching her privacy, she later took action against the News of the World and then testified at the Leveson inquiry after accepting £100,000 in compensation from the tabloid paper after it hacked her voicemail.
