Emily Ratajkowski raises a finger in the air and listens to a few distant thumps of bass from across a crowded restaurant. "Is that...?" she says. "Oh, it's not."
What it's not is "Blurred Lines," this summer's infectious sing-along and also the reason that 174 million sets of eyes have seen her bare-breasted, mouthing the word meow. Here, even though she's wearing actual articles of clothing on her body, you can almost hear the chorus in your head. And it's pretty easy to see why she was chosen for the dual role of "good girl" and "hottest bitch in this place." She's a sort of hybrid of the haute couture runway ideal and real-life feminine curves. Also: Her lips are ridiculous. You don't need us to tell you that.
"When I first saw the video, I was like, Oh, Jesus Christ, I'm so naked," she says. "Not just naked, but so revealed." She leans forward—she's the daughter of a professor, and she knows a teaching moment when she sees one: "It was my personality. There was no glamour involved. I was just silly and playful and kind of ridiculous—a big dork. And I only let my best friends see that. Or if I've had a couple of cocktails."
We order another round as the women directly behind her begin to do the Turn Around and Stare. Frequently, but not this time, the Ritual Mangling of Her Name comes next: Are you Emily Rajajajaja? "I get it," she says. "It's eleven letters; it's scary."
One person who probably knows how to pronounce it: David Fincher, who just cast her as Ben Affleck's mistress in his ultrahyped adaptation of Gone Girl. It'll be her first film role, but we can see why Fincher was willing to overlook that; there was something elementally dramatic about her role in "Blurred Lines"—more silent-film star than video vixen, that captivating assertiveness in the way she rolls her eyes, the way she marches around. Again: You know this.
So time to put a name to a face. Here's a head start: The J is silent.
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