“I’m sorry about the drive,” she says, handing me a mug of black coffee. “I needed somewhere that didn’t have Wi-Fi.”
When I arrive, there is no security, no handler, no publicist running interference. Lucy Lotus—born Lucia Lotowski—meets me at the door herself. She is barefoot, wearing an oversized wool cardigan and salt-stained jeans. Her famous lavender hair has faded to a platinum blonde undercut. She looks less like a pop star and more like a graduate student who just finished a shift at a bookstore. lucy lotus interview exclusive