“Your mom must shoot you all the time…” I subtly imply, though with fair certainty. When I look through my lens I imagine I am Ellen Von Unwerth and the gorgeous girl in front of me is my daughter. I’d not know what to do with myself! Talk about your ultimate, live-in muse! “Yeah she does,” Rebecca chuckles. “But usually at the most awkward moments. When I’m sleeping, or when I’m coming out of the shower in a towel with my hair all danky!” Well can you blame her? Rebecca is beautiful and tall and she has the kind of droopy, soft eyes that could slay a dragon. “Have you ever thought about modeling?” I ask – I must. “I’ve never really been interested in modeling,” she replies, “mostly because I never had the time and chose to go to school instead. I do it on occasion though and it is really fun! It’s always a different experience and sometimes you get transformed into someone you are not at all. I like doing it when the shoot has something to do with the person in it, when your personality or personal style matters to some extent.” Have you seen the latest issue of Bullett magazine? Rebecca’s on page 136!
Four years ago Rebecca Fourteau moved from Paris to New York to study Comparative Literature and Philosophy at Barnard College. When she graduated last summer she moved from the crowded dorms to a two-bedroom apartment in Chinatown. “It is definitely a lot nicer to finally have a place of my own, where I can put nails in the wall and choose my own furniture!” she laughs. I see a boob cup – nice – and a chicken lamp – “a crazy person just handed it to me on the street! I’m so thankful! It’s cute AND it works!” – and a wolf’s mask – “we did Little Red Riding Hood for Halloween” – and a red Dirt Devil vacuum cleaner that came with the apartment and that, as far as I can tell, has never been emptied. Pictures, frames and magazine tears hang purposely on the walls and give the place the feeling of home. “Did you ever want to be a photographer like your mom?” is my next question. “I am interested in photography to a certain degree,” she admits, “but not on a professional or fashion level. I like to take photos for myself and make albums. When it comes to visuals, I am more interested in the moving images of film. I really like writing too and have been writing for a couple publications, but as time goes on I am more and more interested in working in film as a director. I’ve also been making little behind-the-scenes films for friends of mine for practice, and I just finished working on a feature film as the director’s assistant!”
When it comes to her wardrobe, Rebecca is a girl after my own heart. She loves vintage and she wears it well. There’s barely anything new in her closet and it’s shocking, even to her. “I forgot I had all these vintage skirts here!” she applauds when she pulls open another drawer. And none of the stuff is expensive either, which tells me she has a keen, accountable eye. “I buy most of my vintage in Salvation Army stores or from the $1.00 box in thrift stores. Occasionally I’ll buy a designer piece at a consignment store. My mom also keeps all her clothes and I’ve stolen some really cool pieces of hers from the 80s and 90s. Clothes used to be made in such better quality than they are today, so good that they look great even if several generations wear them!” Not surprisingly she finds most of her style icons on the big screen but they’re not the women you’d expect. “I particularly like the style of the 90s schoolgirls in romantic comedies like Clueless and Jawbreaker. Or just cool characters like Angelina Jolie in Girl, Interrupted or Margot Tenenbaum. I like when women have a certain consistent recognizable style and that tends to be done in movies for characterization reasons.” With that in mind, I shove the wolf’s mask on her head and we hit the grizzly streets of Chinatown.