It’s obvious that he has a lot of Keo’s energy infused into him. Daisy Jones. “It was a turning point and she felt it was very much hers,” he says. Reese Witherspoon. “She was willing to put herself out there and share her deep personal experiences with the public. Especially in episodes 8, 9 and 10, you can see this woman reveal herself in a very real, visceral and intense way. “He faced this challenge despite everything that had happened in his life.”
The last time I meet Keogh is Thursday night in Los Angeles, at a concert by his friend Blake Mills, who wrote most of the music. Daisy Jones. Keough, a lifelong workaholic, carries a bag containing the dress, shoes and jewelry she just wore to the opening of the Jaeger-LeCoultre store on the other side of town. In the car she changed into jeans and a white T-shirt. I ask her how the family move went, and she says it was delayed because the new house was still being painted. However, he is optimistic. “I like to move,” he says. “It’s an opportunity to get rid of a lot of things.”
There are seats reserved for her, but she prefers to sit in the front, so we walk through the crowd and are soon joined by her husband. The place is small, an unconsecrated Presbyterian church, and the air conditioning doesn’t work. Still, Keogh attends the concert the way he would like to: hanging on to every word, swaying to the beat, fully present. Every now and then the message seems to hit home and she exchanges tender glances with her husband.
By 9:00 pm, Kyo is starving and orders Postmate delivery so he can eat outside during his break. (My parents say that when I was little, I tried to organize and make everything happen..) Keogh had his sights set on Goop Kitchen, but it was closed, so—you can’t pretend this isn’t L.A. history—he chose Erewhon. Unfortunately they forgot the cutlery. Kyo laughs, “I think we’ll have to eat the vegan lasagna with our hands.” We sit on the steps of a former church and she starts eating… with her hands. A party is a rarity for new parents. They get up early and usually go to bed at nine. None of them remember the last concert. When we get back, we listen to Mills until almost midnight. We’re all tired, but Kyo isn’t ready to leave. “One more song,” he tells me, looking at his watch. She leans on her husband, her eyes are fixed on the stage, and there is a smile on her face. Mills presents “On My Own” by Daisy Jones. “Riley Keough sang this song,” he says. It is a ballad that talks about, among other things, confusion and self-reliance, comparing life to “a sea tossed by the wind.” As the song ends, Kehoe comments, “I think this is the perfect song to end on.”
On the street she hugs me and takes her husband’s hand. They walk into the night to their car, parked on the street, like many others.
There is a line that concludes Daisy Jones: “The chosen never know that they are chosen.” At her home in Calabasas, I asked Keough what she thought, and she joked that she knew a select few who thought they deserved to be chosen. Then she got down to business. “I think I’ve been chosen to do both great and terrible things,” she said. “I realize that I have experienced many absurd events, but I do not feel like a victim. I don’t feel like poor Riley.” The interview is over, but Kyo adds a final sentence that speaks volumes about his humility and desire for normalcy, even in front of the whole world. “I don’t really feel chosen.”
Photo: Mario Sorrenti
Service: Nicola Formichetti
Makeup by Frank B. using Clé de Peau Beauté and Loveseen.
Hairstyle by Tomo Jidai via Oribe. Honey manicure using Chanel Le Vernis.
Production designer Philipp Hemmerle.
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