IT’S A SUNDAY AFTERNOON in Tribeca, and I’m in Taylor Swift’s loft, in the previous publishing household that she’s got restored and fortified in to a sanctuary of stone, velvet, and mahogany. The area is hot and cozy and vaguely literary—later, as soon as we go through her bedroom on the way to her yard, ten percent of my mind will think her wardrobe might open as much as Narnia. Barefoot in a wine-colored flowery top and matching flowy pants, Swift is typing passwords in to a laptop computer to exhibit me the video for “You Need to Calm Down, ” eight days before she unleashes it in the world.

We have a sliver of an basic concept what to anticipate. 2-3 weeks earlier in the day, we invested each day at the video clip shoot, in a dusty field-slash-junkyard north of l. A. Swift had managed to make it sort of Big Gay Candy hill trailer park, A technicolor delighted destination. The cast and team wore sunglasses—living that is heart-shaped breathing lovey-eyes emoji—and a mailbox warned, LIKE LETTERS JUST. Continua a leggere