SUNDAY GIRL: SHK SUMMER COVER STORY WITH ANNABELLE DEXTER-JONES

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photographer’s own tee shirt.

EVIL TWIN shorts.

VIVIENNE WESTWOOD blazer.

BING BANG necklace.

 

Photographed by MICK ROCK

Photographer assistant’s CODY SMYTH & DEAN HOLTERMANN

Styled by RACHEL ELEANOR SUTTON

Written and Interviewed by Alex Catarinella

Stylist assistants EMILY MARUCCI & NI’MA FORD

Makeup IMANE FIOCCHI using Tom Ford Beauty

Hair LAURA POLKO

Production & Casting LIZ VAP/FERALCAT PRODUCTIONS

Location: KING AND GROVE HOTEL

with Special thanks to JESSICA LUZZI

Annabelle Dexter-Jones: the downtown darling, the indie actress, the cool ass chick.

If you call yourself a true New Yorker and/or you keep up-to-date on the downtown darling 411, then you’ve heard about Annabelle Dexter-Jones. Here’s proof: Do a quick Google search on the Manhattan born-and-bred 20-something year old., and you’ll find a sea of stories via fashion sites perpetually describing her in the headline and first sentence or two as a downtown It Girl, a muse to hipper-than-thou clothing designers, (including her designer sis, Charlotte Ronson), and a  “What? Model slash socialite?”, Annabelle herself quips to me during our interview. It’s an early evening and although we’re at the cavernous Soho hotspot restaurant, The Smile, the sun shines through a window onto our corner table which sits at the front of the restaurant. (“This is the best table,” she tells me with a satisfied grin after requesting it to our waitress.)

First impressions are everything: Annabelle appears to be makeup free, clad in jeans and a plain white tank, and her recently-cut beachy bob results in an immediate compliment from me. Before taking a seat, I’ve already decided that this is not the expected “below 14th” street It Girl norm. (See: sulking, clavicles on display, head-to-toe all-black Alexander Wang duds, eye-rolling-inducing chatter, etc.) She also has a lot to say and is a sweetie, which is always refreshing. I found that chit-chatting with the natural beauty was more like catching up with a likeminded pal, with topics ranging from thoughts on summer-friendly jams (her “not-so-guilty pleasure” is Kanye’s Yeezus LP) to her thoughts on Spring Breakers. (“I loved it. It is kind of visual bubblegum — it’s so stimulating.”) In other words, she’s my kind of girl. While we were on the subject of blogged-about films, I ask her about Sofia Coppola’s The Bling Ring, which she has yet to see. “What I think is interesting about it is… There was this period in America with Paris Hilton and so on, and we’ve already kind of forgotten about it — and it wasn’t that long ago. But now Paris Hilton is completely irrelevant.”

Like Hilton, Annabelle comes from a well-known and well-off family, with an unconventional upbringing. But unlike Hilton, I have a feeling there aren’t gilded frames and gaudy pillows with self-portraits plastered onto them in her downtown apartment that’s complete with a caged pet monkey.

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ELVIRA T’ HART top.

MINKPINK shorts.

PIA PAURO vest.

SARA DESIGNS rope bracelets

WONDERLUST + CO. bracelets.

SHINY SQUIRREL ring.

Instead, I bet there’s film scripts (she’s a budding actress), fabric and vintage duds (she’s a clothing designer), books (she studied literature at Bard College) and her modest bike, which is her top traveling choice, especially in the summer. Yes, Annabelle’s the baby of the uber-talented, super intriguing Ronson/Dexter-Jones bunch — there’s her dad, Mick Jones of Foreigner; her brother, lauded music producer Mark Ronson; her DJ sister Samantha Ronson and brother Alexander Dexter-Jones; her aforementioned designer sis Charlotte Ronson; her fabulous mom, Ann Dexter-Jones, for whom Annabelle gushes about frequently during our interview.

Indeed, the clan is press golden for New York-centric media (I still recall that amazing “The Royal Ronsons” Harpers Bazaar profile), yet Annabelle impressively keeps her feet on the ground. “I find with everything in life, you have to have a sense of humor. That’s something I’m grateful I’ve learned from my family. My parents and siblings are very talented and creative, so that’s very inspiring to me. Being associated with them all the time, if anything, motivates me to do more on my own and to have my own identity.” And with a burgeoning acting career under her vintage belt, she’s doing exactly that.  “When we were growing up, I think my mom was terrified — there’s a stereotype of bored kids growing up in the city getting in trouble. So she always tried to keep us active. We were in acting classes and all sorts of art classes. Acting sort of stuck with me. It’s like, ‘Oh this is what I’m supposed to be doing.’

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STOP STARING jumper.

WILHELM custom made feather piece.

talent’s own shoes.

Just when I felt like I couldn’t relate to her summer reality and my summer fantasy, she tells me she just joined (and loves) the New York Public library where she often bikes up from her pad in

Washington Square park (“there’s a lot of NYU kids, but it’s worth it”) and where she now gets most of her writing done. We talk about rent prices in LA versus NY (“oh, it’s a joke! For what I pay here, I could have a house with a pool. It’s crazy.”) but both agree: there ain’t nothing like New York. After she finishes her side of brussel sprouts sprinkled with pomegranate seeds (“it’s so good”) and I finish my Amstel Light (it’s also so good), we hug outside and she unlocks her bike. Yes, they might write about her maybe on-or-off romantic relationship with a French club king (I did not push for a comment) and they may call her the epitome of downtown chic and the muse to the downtown stars. But as Annabelle hops onto her bike and cycles away down the sun-drenched cobblestone street, I think to myself something more along the lines of “what a cool ass chick.”… [for more on Annabelle + exclusive pics head here]

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