She’s still broken. She’s still a child. She’s still a hostage to her own fits of self-absorbed melodrama. Fiona Apple doesn’t wear her heart on her sleeve – she claws at herself until it’s beating from her shredded chest in full view, drowning us in the most elegantly arcing showers of blood. And with…
Sydney Sweeney took the chance to prove herself a fashionista once again at the NASCAR championship. She uploaded pictures of…
