I'm never going again on Met Gala. It was so un-fun. It was boiling. It was too crowded. I did not enjoy it at all.

Beauty fades! I just turned 29, so I probably don't have that many good years left in me.

One cold wintry day in London, I was dreaming about salad nicoise—one of my favorites.

The older I get, the more open-minded I get, the less judgmental I get.

I'm having so much fun building my makeup business, and it's a huge responsibility. It's not a side job. The more it can run without me, the more I'll be able to go back to acting. For now, I feel fulfilled.

The Jewish part of me is superstitious.

I have a very highly developed sense of denial.