Apple Drysdale, Model
I love your hair.
Thank you. It isn’t my natural hair, it’s clipped in. I do it differently all the time. The last style I had was an Uma Thurman bob. But my hair really seems to be the talk right now. People come up to me constantly. It’s sort of annoying when people take photos without asking, because that is my profession, so, you know, I get upset. I’m not an animal in the zoo; you can’t just do that. You have to pay me if you want to take a fucking photo of me. But at the same time, I’ve met a lot of cool people who’ve just come up to me like that.
Like who?
Last night, I was at the drugstore getting contact solution and a new contact case, and this guy comes in and is just like, “Oh my God, you’re so beautiful, you’re so beautiful,” and I was like, “Thanks.” And he said, “I’ll buy whatever it is you’re getting,” and I was like, “Okay.” He bought my contact solution and case, I gave him my number and looked him up on Instagram and he seemed sweet, and I’m actually on my way now to meet him for lunch, at 55 Wall Street?
Is that Cipriani?
Is it? You know how people have vices? Mine is falling in love. I fall in love every fucking hour, it’s so annoying. Okay, I gotta run!
Lightning Round
Neighborhood: Bushwick.
Born in: Quito, Ecuador.
Roommates: One. “It’s this guy — I think he studies physics.”
On her name: “My birth name is Julia, but I changed it to Apple when I was 12, after first changing it to Lizzie — I loved the show Lizzie McGuire.”
Currently reading: The Order of Sounds: A Sonorous Archipelago, by François J. Bonnet.
*This article appears in the July 11, 2016 issue of New York Magazine.
