It’s tempting to think she dwells in the dreamlike vistas she creates, but that would do a disservice to the ways in which her vision sincerely adheres to how women and men make their way through the world. She introduces her first breakfast date (fellow mom and filmmaker, Tamara Jenkins), before strategising another spot to decamp to.Ĭrossing the street with Sofia Coppola feels surreal because her name has come to mean something more abstract, though acutely familiar. “Sorry for all the noise,” she says when we eventually meet, with a tone of genuine bewilderment at the iPhone-toting brunchers that have descended. Either nobody is aware that she’s here, or everyone is good at pretending. It’s Thursday morning in New York and, after dropping off her kids at school, the director is eating breakfast with a friend. Sofia Coppola is sitting in a very crowded restaurant. You can buy a copy of our latest issue here.
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