Kanye West has been married for ten days, and he has that new-husband
way with the ring still, pulling it on and off like it's something he
might yet undo, or do again. The ring is gold, and understated in a way
that not much else about Kanye West is. He sits in the lobby of New
York's Mercer Hotel—the same hotel where he and Jay Z recorded most of Watch the Throne—reflecting
on the distance he's come. "I am a black American male from Chicago,"
West says, "who had my rehearsal dinner at Versailles and then got
married in Florence with a view of the entire city."
Like that TMZ video from last year, where you're walking with your pregnant fiancée with your head down to avoid the paparazzi, to the point where you walked into a sign and hit your head. Then TMZ made fun of you for walking into the sign. How do you live like that?
It's difficult. And then put on top of that the idea of going and taking meetings with people, and people say, "We don't want to work with you, because we saw you get mad about running into the sign."
How does it feel when you read something like that account of your wedding or you see a photo of you looking glum at a zipline go viral?
My feelings don't matter anymore.
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