Forty-five years after The Godfather, 40 years after Annie Hall, and Diane Keaton, aged 71, Academy Award-winner, comedy genius, style icon and everyone’s sweetheart, is giving me a private audience in the suite of a hotel in central London.
Over the course of an hour I get the full Diane – the exquisite timing, the dramatic pauses, the droll shrug, the sotto voice, the under-the-eyelashes withering glance. The sense that actually her mind is somewhere else completely, probably buried deep in a photography book in a store in Greenwich Village.
Plus, she’s wearing a hat – a cream fedora – which is what you want from Diane Keaton. Also a striped Céline shirt with a wing collar and black high-waisted trousers that swoosh over high heels. The look is finished with more than half a dozen large silver crucifixes that she’s picked up at ‘the swap-meet’ (flea market) over the years. Like I said...
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