Talking to Hari Nef

PUBLISHED IN ISSUE 13
QUESTIONNAIRE BY OLIVIA WHTITICK
ART BY MIKE ORTA

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Hari Nef is a student, writer, performance artist, actress, model and all-around rising star. Working in an industry often politically apathetic, and (by definition) overly concerned with aesthetics, Hari is never hesitant to share her opinions with the fashion world, making an important distinction between gender issues and gender aesthetics, and the celebration of difference versus the exploitation of it. Nef is an admirably self-aware and well-spoken fashion icon. Here we are granted some small insights alongside a portrait drawn by her close friend Mike Orta.

Where are you from?

I’m from Newton, Massachusetts.

What do you do?

I’m an actor. Sometimes I model. Occasionally I write.

Do you ever get nervous?

I get nervous every day.

What are you wearing right now?

A black puffer coat, a cropped Diesel jacket, a sleeveless black turtleneck, navy blue silk trousers, leather booties. I just came from acting class, where comfort and movement are a priority.

What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever been given?

“You are enough.”

What’s the truest cliche?

“You win some! You lose some!”

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What’s an “It Girl”?

When a woman’s power, beauty, and intelligence allude simple definition, “It Girl” is a term that makes people more at ease around and about her.

Are you an “It Girl”?

That’s not for me to say. That terms feels very 20th century. Maybe I’m just a Girl.

Hari Nef theme song?

That changes with the season. Lately I’ve been looping “Berimbau” by Sergio Mendes and the Brasil ‘66.

What turns you on?

Availability.

What turns you off?

Aloofness.

Have you ever been in love?

I’ve been in love before—maybe twice.

Can you recommend a good book?

I really love the anthology of Paul Schimdt’s translations of Anton Chekhov’s plays. My favourite one is Three Sisters.

When was the last time you cried?

The last time I cried was today in acting class. I’m playing Sonya in a scene from Uncle Vanya.

What happens when we die?

What happens when we’re alive?

Where do you see yourself this time next year?

I don’t think I could ever leave New York City.