Why does florence and the machine look so old

Today, removing her jewellery so as not to jangle over the tape recorder, she looks like the Lady of Shalott in blue jeans. It was during that everywhere period, when Welch could hear herself coming every time she stepped out of the house, that she started to crack, slightly. I was drunk a lot of the time, on extra dirty Martinis — my way of drinking three shots at once.

It was in the toilets of a London nightclub that, in , she auditioned in front of her now-manager, becoming Florence and the Machine and breaking America three years later. In that period she rarely slept. When she got home after a two-day party, she was always in trouble.

It makes Gerwig cry, she admitted, uncontrollably. As she approached the 10th anniversary of this career that became very big very fast, she decided to sober up. On stage, she says, she always felt absolved — nobody was angry with her up there. It was her offstage life that she had to work on. Up there she will climb the scaffolding, holding on with one hand, leaping into the crowd and ripping her top off when she gets too sweaty.

Everything, she explains, starts to take on a magical significance. The performing, the transcendence, then sitting watching TV — all can coexist, and the mundane makes the magical.

Maybe because being onstage has become normal, the pockets of peace seem really wild. But I treasure them. So she stopped drinking and she started staying in, and last night she watched the entire new series of Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt. Florence likes to trick herself. And I could never get enough. Really people! I completely agree with you but you are fighting a losing battle. No she is really By all accounts she wore colourful clothes back then. He is a year younger than Florence.

But she does look so much older. You really think 3 years difference—26 versus 29—is that different? How old are you? Sorry but this thread is driving me crazy! Every comment on this thread is about poor Florence—how she looks older than What about the jerk hitting on her? Funny guy, super charming and much better looking in person, but yeah…. Sean Penn is just gross. I always thought that she was a transgendered person.

I had heard that somewhere and always thought that was quite brilliant. I see what you are saying. She reminds me of Angelica Houston.

A handsome woman who always looks older than her years. And that pornstache is beyond gross. Damn Sean looks skeevy especially with that porny mustache. Florence is a mature looking woman she reminds me of a young Maggie Smith or a feminine Tilda Swinton love her she so weird.

You know he is a big ol drama queen so she needs to run away! Go Flo! I would shave years off my bio in a second were I be getting close to get to that point in public interest, because people are simply more interested in a young ingenue. First, some people look older.

Second, her styling has a lot to do with it. How do you know how old the woman is? And, with the gotcha aspect of the celeb press, does anyone really believe she could get away with shaving years off her age? And, based on this thread, would you blame her if she tried? Seems like all anyone cares about is her age. I hate Sean Penn! Now, Sean is wearing prosthetics on his face to look like this gangster Mickey Cohen…but I swear, he looks like he belongs in a comic.

He looks bizarre. So untrue! So true! It feels like the media has promoted generic baby faces for so long as the ideal of female beaty that anything different is not accepted as pretty or feminine. Strong features tend to age better than softer faces, so maybe Flo and women like her will have the last laugh.

Taxi, thank you! Good God ladies, why all the hate towards a woman who instead of selling sex is actually selling her music the right way—she can actually sing! They'd both been "messed around by boys", Summers has recalled, "and we'd lock the doors and turn the sound system up and listen to Madonna". They were angry, they were often hungover it was around now Welch woke up as Captain America on a pub roof , and they recorded some career-shaping tracks. As it is, I've had to create my own way of writing, which isn't typical.

Everything's a big crescendo. It was in the lock-up that the name Florence and the Machine was coined Summers was "the Machine", the term now encompassing the shuffling crew of musicians Welch performs with , and it was here the list of commandments went up on the wall, with its misleading number nine: Be a country singer. Welch was finding a sound for herself at the time, but it wasn't country.

I had these folky songs I'd written and recorded, but something wasn't quite right. Island Records agreed, and signed her up in November By the beginning of , she'd won a Brit award, the critics choice prize given to the new year's most promise-plump artist. Lungs , released in July, went on to sell 3m copies. On the new album, Ceremonials , one of the standout tracks is an introspective ballad called "Lover to Lover", in which Welch sings about "losing sleep… setting myself up for a fall".

Is that what it's like, I ask, producing a smash album and then trying to do it again? Welch, hunched, sipping, nods vigorously. And it can feel like I'm definitely gonna manage to completely fuck it up. This is second-album talk. Because it can go either way at this point; look at the example of her contemporaries. Adele's second effort, last spring's 21 , confirmed her as music royalty. Duffy's second, the desperately ho-hum Endlessly , seems to have stunted, if not sunk, a promising career.

You're never completely happy, otherwise you wouldn't ever make the next one. There's just less expectation. She'll be fine with Ceremonials. My nerves, if any, are that fans of Lungs , that great dossier of discontent, must have been fans of its fury, its tartness. And on Ceremonials, Welch sounds really quite chuffed. Track one kicks off with a muffled giggle. By track five's foot-tappy harpsichord twangs, the mood is absolutely jaunty.

The video for recent single "Shake It Out" even cast a giddy-looking Florence in the middle of a game of blind man's buff. Being really desperate for someone. I was definitely in a more settled place for the second, which was helpful for my concentration because I wasn't, like, crying all the time.

More settled, in part, because she was back with her chap. She and Stuart, the villain of Lungs , patched things up not long after that album was released. Welch has been very funny, in the past, about the "erm, sorry" moments they went through together as her singles trickled out in and We all know what it's like to make incautious comments about an ex, our own or someone else's, and the awkwardness that follows should that break-up be reversed.

Welch's thoughts on the jilting came blasting out every day on the radio. The crumpled print-out is laid on the bar for close study. I'd glimpsed the document in a short film about Welch that her record company released earlier this year; her commandments were pinned up in the background of a segment filmed in Summers's studio, and I captured a fuzzy screen-grab. Now Welch looks over her old wisdoms, helping me decipher the ones I can't make out. I don't think that meant, like, to grow things in an emergency.

I was just obsessed with eating nuts. Number Climb anything … Yeah. My mum was very upset about the stunt I pulled at Reading; she had to watch it from behind the sofa. No more climbing. Number two: Always have a book …". Welch has painted a blurred picture of him during our time together, describing him, variously, as: "Really smart… When I first met him I thought he was terrifying, I was slightly afraid of him… Sharp and witty… Looks good in a tux Doesn't suffer fools.

So at the bar I keep expecting we'll be joined by a young Jeremy Paxman or Horace Rumpole in black tie, if not some awful winged demon swooping in from Piccadilly. But here is he is, a perfectly affable and sweet-seeming chap, three or four years older than Welch, wearing horn-rimmed glasses and the advertised tuxedo.

He kisses her, tells her she looks pretty, transfers some of her things to his pockets and politely wanders out of earshot to stand at the far end of the bar where he will, I guess, be harassed or even beaten up by the now openly hostile waiters. Welch is visibly bucked by his arrival, stepping from sparkly heel to sparkly heel. I put it to her that after Lungs , the break-up record, Ceremonials is the happily-ever-after record.

It's not completely a case of 'Everything's fine, now!