Evidence that Sean Lennon (of being John Lennon's son and breaking up with Bijou Phillips in the most sad, cinematic way possible fame) and some model named Irina are a terrific couple (as outlined in a recent profile in Fashion Rocks!):
1. Sean Lennon and some model named Irina met in the most romantic way possible: trying to impress each other with Bob Dylan lyrics until the wee hours of the morning while wearing matching fur coats at the house of an aging pop star. What? Yes:
"The night we met," Irina says, "we ended up hanging out at Mariah Carey's house, wearing matching outfits–pink fur coats, inside out, because Mariah doesn't wear fur–and sitting on the roof until six o'clock in the morning reciting Bob Dylan lyrics."
2. Sean Lennon and some model named Irina aren't just partners in love, they're partners in music too!
"He" is Sean Lennon, with whom [Irina] is writing and recording an album of folk songs to be released later this year.
What will the songs be like? Kind of like free-style folk rap tempered with super-meaningful co-dependency:
Lennon…is happy to be working "with someone who doesn't have a problem with inspiration lyrically. I play three chords, and she makes up three verses without a blink, like a free-style rapper. We bang out two to three songs a night." Such is the extent of their connection that when [Irina] gets up from the table, Lennon follows, "Do you mind if I go out and just have one or two drags of her cigarette?"
3. Sean Lennon and some model named Irina have a great rapport–part intense neediness, part casual references to diamonds, part annoying compliments, all incredibly irritating:
…Lennon and [Irina], who haven't seen each other in a couple of days, launch into an intense, almost performative repartee, as if they were hashing out a long-lost lovers' ballad–"Hello Darlin' for the Sidekick Age–on the fly.
"Have you just been being bitter to me?" Lennon asks in a soft, nasal voice. "Did you go to sleep last night? I could not find you."
"I called you and called you and called you," Irina replies. "I was wearing $3.5 million"–Van Cleef diamonds, on loan–"and I really had to go home."
Lennon–dandily turned out himself, in white throwback Gucci loafers and a cream suit and tie–assesses Irina's ensemble, which consists of a voluminous paisley caftan (found at a thrift store in the Hamptons), a cropped Gypsy vest, and a pair of brown suede booties that slouch around the ankles like paper bags. "That's a beautiful dress," he says. "You look like a butterfly."
4. When Sean Lennon and some model named Irina get together, only great things happen–like dressing a guitar up like a Japanese bunny, or whatever else happened the time that is vaguely referred to as "one of the greatest nights they ever had together:"
…in the midst of a conversation about one of the greatest nights they ever had together (involving a kimono, a guitar, and pink bunny ears)…
5. Sean Lennon and some model named Irina are a couple bound together by many things: similar pasts, traumatic life experiences, and the ability to ignore dessert by hugging in that special way that only true artists hug:
Of his bond with Irina, Lennon says, "We are very close because we both grew up with a lot of drama." He pauses. "I'm not even going to call it drama–I'll call it 'trauma.'"
Panna cotta is served. Lennon and [Irina] ignore it, entangled in an artistic embrace.