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Kendall Jenner Gets Candid About Her Career, Her Controversies, and Her Private Life
MARCH 14, 2018 7:29 AM
by JONATHAN VAN METER
Kendall Jenner stables her horses at an unpretentious show barn called Huntover. It sits in an achingly romantic little spot tucked away in the gated community of Bell Canyon, California, about five miles from where she grew up in Calabasas. Huntover is owned by a genial, middle-aged gay man, Mark Bone, whom Kendall has known since she was thirteen, when she used to ride and train with him at a bigger facility not far from here.
“This is my little baaarn!” shouts Kendall, looking impossibly cool in skintight black riding breeches as she strides through a dramatic, Mission-style archway toward where Mark and I are standing, just outside her two stalls. Her horses, Belle and Dylan—both European warmblood mares trained as jumpers—sway their heads and whinny at the sound of their owner’s voice. Kendall feeds them treats from the palm of her hand and zips into a pair of black leather half chaps as she and Mark chitchat about horse people, including Bella and Gigi Hadid, who are also accomplished riders.
“Where are you off to this time?” he soon asks, drolly teasing the highest-paid model in the world. “New York,” she says. “It’s Fashion . . . Month.” She rolls her eyes. “But I’m only doing a week.” This is one of the reasons Kendall has been able to start seriously riding again: After a few years of nonstop work, she has pulled back a bit from the grind of being at the top of the modeling world.
It’s a warm February morning, and the fog is just burning off. Kendall is here to ride Dyl, as she calls her, a horse she’s had for only two weeks. As Kendall makes her way over to the mounting block, Dyl is spooked by a couple of dogs sitting under a tree. “Oh, you’re afraid of the dogs,” coos Kendall. The relationship between rider and horse is a very particular thing—there is chemistry and courtship involved, a period of getting used to each other’s idiosyncrasies. Horse people have an expression about getting a new one: buying a friend. For someone who suffered from severe acne as a kid and had trouble making friends, Kendall’s connection to such sensitive creatures was not just formative; it was crucial. “I’m still learning her,” says Kendall. “It’s gonna take a couple months. It’s like with any person: You fall in love and then you feel each other out.” What do you know so far? “She’s a really good girl. She listens. She’s smart.”
Kendall heads into the ring and takes Dyl through some easy paces. She got her first pony when she was ten, and as a young teenager she helped out a woman who owned several horses. “I rode with this lady from 8:00 a.m. to 8:00 p.m., rode all her horses for her every day.” And then in ninth grade Kendall came out of her shell: She got a boyfriend and became a cheerleader. When she started modeling, not long after that, the riding stopped altogether. “Worst thing I ever did,” she says.
Belle came along about a year ago, right around the time that Kendall was feeling burned-out. She hadn’t had a real break in three and a half years and was suffering from debilitating anxiety and mysterious, intense neck pain. She began to dread getting on planes. “I made it a point at the beginning of 2017 to consciously slow down, take more time for myself, be more selective and not just do whatever my agents tell me to do.” All of which brought her back to the barn. “I did this my whole life—it was my life. I didn’t care for anything else, I didn’t care about boys. This is what makes me really happy.” She has since realized that she wants to go to shows—to jump again. “That’s why I got Dyl.” (It’s also why she’s committed herself to Transcendental Meditation. “I had a lot of people in the industry say to me, ‘I know you have a busy schedule—what do you do to stay calm, cool, and collected?’ I was like, ‘Um, nothing?’ And then one day, when I was having a freak-out—I was having multiple freak-outs—I was like, OK, I’m going to try this. So I found this lady, she’s awesome, she taught me TM, and I love it.”)
A few minutes later, Mark is at the center of the ring as Kendall canters in loops around him. She rides up to where I am standing at the fence. “We’re trying to think of an alias for me for when I go to shows, because I want to be under the radar,” she says.
“What’s your middle name?” I ask.
“Nicole,” says Kendall. “What about Nicole Dylan?”
“That actually kind of works,” Mark says.
I throw out the idea of using initials, like the writer A. M. Homes, so that when she registers they won’t know if she is a man or a woman.
“Oooh,” says Kendall. “I could be a boy.”
Kendall Jenner—a tomboy who collects vintage cars, prefers sneaks and jeans and a hoodie, and rolls with a squad of mostly guys—is not gay. Indeed, she is dating Blake Griffin, the Detroit Pistons power forward. She refuses to confirm this fact, but one of the reasons we can be fairly certain is that the day after Valentine’s Day she calls me from Michigan, and when I ask why she’s there she says coyly, “I’m visiting a friend.” When I ask point-blank if she has a boyfriend, she says, “I like my private life.” Pause. “Yeah . . . no. I’m happy. He’s very nice. I have someone being very nice to me.”
We are now in her Range Rover heading back to Beverly Hills for lunch. Why, I wonder, does the internet seem to think you’re gay? She laughs. “I think it’s because I’m not like all my other sisters, who are like, ‘Here’s me and my boyfriend!’ So it was a thing for a minute because no one ever saw me with a guy. I would always go that extra mile to be low-key with guys, sneaking around all the time. You don’t want to, like, look crazy.”
She pulls onto the freeway, and within seconds we’re going 90 mph. Kendall goes on: “I don’t think I have a bisexual or gay bone in my body, but I don’t know! Who knows?! I’m all down for experience—not against it whatsoever—but I’ve never been there before.” She ponders it for a moment. “Also, I know I have kind of a . . . male energy? But I don’t want to say that wrong, because I’m not transgender or anything. But I have a tough energy. I move differently. But to answer your question: I’m not gay. I have literally nothing to hide.” She lets out a mordant chuckle. “I would never hide something like that.”
She realizes that it’s only 11:00 a.m.—too early for lunch—so she gets off the freeway and heads toward Kardashistan: Hidden Hills, where she grew up and where her mother still lives and where Kylie and Kimye also now have homes. The Kardashian/Jenners may have started out as just another option on the reality-entertainment on-demand menu, but have since penetrated the culture so completely that you can hate on them, but good luck trying to ignore them. (“It’s almost, like, trendy to hate on my family,” she says. “It’s not so much that people actually believe that we suck, but it became a thing: If you hate on us, it’s cool or something.”)
We stop at the security booth at the entrance to the gated community, the driver’s-side window glides down, and Ken*dall says to the guard, perhaps for the millionth time, Hi, Kendall, going to my mom’s. A little less than two years ago, when I had dinner with Kendall at her mother’s house for a piece for this magazine, Kris Jenner cooked an elaborate feast for us and mostly left us alone in the dining room to talk. Later, though, she joined in for a bit, and when Kendall took a phone call, Kris and I went outside to tour the pool area. What a lovely person, I said. “My little human?” said Kris. “She’s a good girl. She has a good heart. She is definitely getting the most out of every day. Her life with her friends makes me smile, because in high school she had a few friends, but then she was homeschooled because we were filming Keeping Up. . . . It was just she and her sisters. So when she started modeling, she made all these great new friends, and I think it’s so cool that she has this wonderful life now.”
It’s less than a week since Kendall’s younger sister, Kylie, gave birth to her Super Secret Baby. (The ten children in the family now have thirteen children among them.) Kylie all but made her family sign nondisclosure agreements. When I ask Kendall about it, she first expresses exasperated relief that she’s finally allowed to talk about it. “It’s not that it’s more exciting than any other births in the family—it’s different exciting, because she’s my baby sister who I grew up with. We all grew up in twos: Kourtney and Kim grew up together; Rob and Khloé; Brandon and Brody; Burton and Casey, and then Kylie and I. So to see my best friend growing up have a baby? It’s already made us even closer.”
Kendall’s friends all talk about how maternal she is. Her self-described best friend, Taco Bennett, a 23-year-old DJ and member of the hip-hop collective Odd Future, says, “She’s like my second mom—she’s my club mom. Whenever I get drunk she takes care of me.” Says Kendall: “My friends make fun of me and call me Mama Ken because I literally take control of every situation. I guess I’m a control freak. Do you know how many times I’ve taken care of my drunk friends?”
Do you want to have kids? “I am ready to wait,” she says. “I want to have kids, but at, like, 28 or 29.” She also might want to get herself situated first. When I first met Kendall two years ago, I picked her up at her relatively new condo in Westwood, which was being packed up because she was selling it and moving into a house in the Hollywood Hills. Now, as we are driving around, she announces, “I bought a new house.” Another one? “Yes—I had so many problems with my last one. I got robbed. I had stalkers that literally broke in while I was home. It happened one too many times, and I just felt trapped.”
Her new house is, natch, in a gated community, way up in the hills off Mulholland. “It has a yard! And a big pool! It’s a whole . . . situation. I can go on walks. I can get a dog—and I can take the dog for a walk.” Just then we pull up and stop in front of her old house. “OK, so this was where they first started filming Keeping Up . . . but now it’s a completely different house because they tore it down, but the yard still looks the same, and they kept the front driveway, and . . . oh, my God! They kept our dollhouse! That was our little dollhouse!” And indeed, under a stand of trees in the corner of the enormous front yard is an elaborate little structure, kind of like a tree house relocated to the ground.
The gestalt of the Kardashian enterprise—the thing that makes it somehow feel universal—may very well be the simple idea of girls playing house. And right here, sitting just 50 feet away, is something like the Kardashians’ Mount Vernon, but in miniature. What did you girls do in there? I ask. “Go inside and play and stuff,” Kendall says, still wistfully on the verge of tears. “It’s crazy.” We sit there for a minute, and then Kendall says, “But they remodeled it,” and she steps on the gas and roars away.
https://www.vogue.com/article/kendall-jenner-vogue-april-2018-issue
MARCH 14, 2018 7:29 AM
by JONATHAN VAN METER
Kendall Jenner stables her horses at an unpretentious show barn called Huntover. It sits in an achingly romantic little spot tucked away in the gated community of Bell Canyon, California, about five miles from where she grew up in Calabasas. Huntover is owned by a genial, middle-aged gay man, Mark Bone, whom Kendall has known since she was thirteen, when she used to ride and train with him at a bigger facility not far from here.
“This is my little baaarn!” shouts Kendall, looking impossibly cool in skintight black riding breeches as she strides through a dramatic, Mission-style archway toward where Mark and I are standing, just outside her two stalls. Her horses, Belle and Dylan—both European warmblood mares trained as jumpers—sway their heads and whinny at the sound of their owner’s voice. Kendall feeds them treats from the palm of her hand and zips into a pair of black leather half chaps as she and Mark chitchat about horse people, including Bella and Gigi Hadid, who are also accomplished riders.
“Where are you off to this time?” he soon asks, drolly teasing the highest-paid model in the world. “New York,” she says. “It’s Fashion . . . Month.” She rolls her eyes. “But I’m only doing a week.” This is one of the reasons Kendall has been able to start seriously riding again: After a few years of nonstop work, she has pulled back a bit from the grind of being at the top of the modeling world.
It’s a warm February morning, and the fog is just burning off. Kendall is here to ride Dyl, as she calls her, a horse she’s had for only two weeks. As Kendall makes her way over to the mounting block, Dyl is spooked by a couple of dogs sitting under a tree. “Oh, you’re afraid of the dogs,” coos Kendall. The relationship between rider and horse is a very particular thing—there is chemistry and courtship involved, a period of getting used to each other’s idiosyncrasies. Horse people have an expression about getting a new one: buying a friend. For someone who suffered from severe acne as a kid and had trouble making friends, Kendall’s connection to such sensitive creatures was not just formative; it was crucial. “I’m still learning her,” says Kendall. “It’s gonna take a couple months. It’s like with any person: You fall in love and then you feel each other out.” What do you know so far? “She’s a really good girl. She listens. She’s smart.”
Kendall heads into the ring and takes Dyl through some easy paces. She got her first pony when she was ten, and as a young teenager she helped out a woman who owned several horses. “I rode with this lady from 8:00 a.m. to 8:00 p.m., rode all her horses for her every day.” And then in ninth grade Kendall came out of her shell: She got a boyfriend and became a cheerleader. When she started modeling, not long after that, the riding stopped altogether. “Worst thing I ever did,” she says.
Belle came along about a year ago, right around the time that Kendall was feeling burned-out. She hadn’t had a real break in three and a half years and was suffering from debilitating anxiety and mysterious, intense neck pain. She began to dread getting on planes. “I made it a point at the beginning of 2017 to consciously slow down, take more time for myself, be more selective and not just do whatever my agents tell me to do.” All of which brought her back to the barn. “I did this my whole life—it was my life. I didn’t care for anything else, I didn’t care about boys. This is what makes me really happy.” She has since realized that she wants to go to shows—to jump again. “That’s why I got Dyl.” (It’s also why she’s committed herself to Transcendental Meditation. “I had a lot of people in the industry say to me, ‘I know you have a busy schedule—what do you do to stay calm, cool, and collected?’ I was like, ‘Um, nothing?’ And then one day, when I was having a freak-out—I was having multiple freak-outs—I was like, OK, I’m going to try this. So I found this lady, she’s awesome, she taught me TM, and I love it.”)
A few minutes later, Mark is at the center of the ring as Kendall canters in loops around him. She rides up to where I am standing at the fence. “We’re trying to think of an alias for me for when I go to shows, because I want to be under the radar,” she says.
“What’s your middle name?” I ask.
“Nicole,” says Kendall. “What about Nicole Dylan?”
“That actually kind of works,” Mark says.
I throw out the idea of using initials, like the writer A. M. Homes, so that when she registers they won’t know if she is a man or a woman.
“Oooh,” says Kendall. “I could be a boy.”
Kendall Jenner—a tomboy who collects vintage cars, prefers sneaks and jeans and a hoodie, and rolls with a squad of mostly guys—is not gay. Indeed, she is dating Blake Griffin, the Detroit Pistons power forward. She refuses to confirm this fact, but one of the reasons we can be fairly certain is that the day after Valentine’s Day she calls me from Michigan, and when I ask why she’s there she says coyly, “I’m visiting a friend.” When I ask point-blank if she has a boyfriend, she says, “I like my private life.” Pause. “Yeah . . . no. I’m happy. He’s very nice. I have someone being very nice to me.”
We are now in her Range Rover heading back to Beverly Hills for lunch. Why, I wonder, does the internet seem to think you’re gay? She laughs. “I think it’s because I’m not like all my other sisters, who are like, ‘Here’s me and my boyfriend!’ So it was a thing for a minute because no one ever saw me with a guy. I would always go that extra mile to be low-key with guys, sneaking around all the time. You don’t want to, like, look crazy.”
She pulls onto the freeway, and within seconds we’re going 90 mph. Kendall goes on: “I don’t think I have a bisexual or gay bone in my body, but I don’t know! Who knows?! I’m all down for experience—not against it whatsoever—but I’ve never been there before.” She ponders it for a moment. “Also, I know I have kind of a . . . male energy? But I don’t want to say that wrong, because I’m not transgender or anything. But I have a tough energy. I move differently. But to answer your question: I’m not gay. I have literally nothing to hide.” She lets out a mordant chuckle. “I would never hide something like that.”
She realizes that it’s only 11:00 a.m.—too early for lunch—so she gets off the freeway and heads toward Kardashistan: Hidden Hills, where she grew up and where her mother still lives and where Kylie and Kimye also now have homes. The Kardashian/Jenners may have started out as just another option on the reality-entertainment on-demand menu, but have since penetrated the culture so completely that you can hate on them, but good luck trying to ignore them. (“It’s almost, like, trendy to hate on my family,” she says. “It’s not so much that people actually believe that we suck, but it became a thing: If you hate on us, it’s cool or something.”)
We stop at the security booth at the entrance to the gated community, the driver’s-side window glides down, and Ken*dall says to the guard, perhaps for the millionth time, Hi, Kendall, going to my mom’s. A little less than two years ago, when I had dinner with Kendall at her mother’s house for a piece for this magazine, Kris Jenner cooked an elaborate feast for us and mostly left us alone in the dining room to talk. Later, though, she joined in for a bit, and when Kendall took a phone call, Kris and I went outside to tour the pool area. What a lovely person, I said. “My little human?” said Kris. “She’s a good girl. She has a good heart. She is definitely getting the most out of every day. Her life with her friends makes me smile, because in high school she had a few friends, but then she was homeschooled because we were filming Keeping Up. . . . It was just she and her sisters. So when she started modeling, she made all these great new friends, and I think it’s so cool that she has this wonderful life now.”
It’s less than a week since Kendall’s younger sister, Kylie, gave birth to her Super Secret Baby. (The ten children in the family now have thirteen children among them.) Kylie all but made her family sign nondisclosure agreements. When I ask Kendall about it, she first expresses exasperated relief that she’s finally allowed to talk about it. “It’s not that it’s more exciting than any other births in the family—it’s different exciting, because she’s my baby sister who I grew up with. We all grew up in twos: Kourtney and Kim grew up together; Rob and Khloé; Brandon and Brody; Burton and Casey, and then Kylie and I. So to see my best friend growing up have a baby? It’s already made us even closer.”
Kendall’s friends all talk about how maternal she is. Her self-described best friend, Taco Bennett, a 23-year-old DJ and member of the hip-hop collective Odd Future, says, “She’s like my second mom—she’s my club mom. Whenever I get drunk she takes care of me.” Says Kendall: “My friends make fun of me and call me Mama Ken because I literally take control of every situation. I guess I’m a control freak. Do you know how many times I’ve taken care of my drunk friends?”
Do you want to have kids? “I am ready to wait,” she says. “I want to have kids, but at, like, 28 or 29.” She also might want to get herself situated first. When I first met Kendall two years ago, I picked her up at her relatively new condo in Westwood, which was being packed up because she was selling it and moving into a house in the Hollywood Hills. Now, as we are driving around, she announces, “I bought a new house.” Another one? “Yes—I had so many problems with my last one. I got robbed. I had stalkers that literally broke in while I was home. It happened one too many times, and I just felt trapped.”
Her new house is, natch, in a gated community, way up in the hills off Mulholland. “It has a yard! And a big pool! It’s a whole . . . situation. I can go on walks. I can get a dog—and I can take the dog for a walk.” Just then we pull up and stop in front of her old house. “OK, so this was where they first started filming Keeping Up . . . but now it’s a completely different house because they tore it down, but the yard still looks the same, and they kept the front driveway, and . . . oh, my God! They kept our dollhouse! That was our little dollhouse!” And indeed, under a stand of trees in the corner of the enormous front yard is an elaborate little structure, kind of like a tree house relocated to the ground.
The gestalt of the Kardashian enterprise—the thing that makes it somehow feel universal—may very well be the simple idea of girls playing house. And right here, sitting just 50 feet away, is something like the Kardashians’ Mount Vernon, but in miniature. What did you girls do in there? I ask. “Go inside and play and stuff,” Kendall says, still wistfully on the verge of tears. “It’s crazy.” We sit there for a minute, and then Kendall says, “But they remodeled it,” and she steps on the gas and roars away.
https://www.vogue.com/article/kendall-jenner-vogue-april-2018-issue
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The editorial is beautiful but if I'm being honest it's the artistic direction that I admire more than Kendall's actual modelling. And in terms of the article... I'm not sure if there is more to it but based on what was posted above I have two words: Puff. Piece. I mean, I wasn't expecting anything groundbreaking, but I can't believe that this is Vogue's leading article this month. And the writing itself is so on the nose. I mean some of those excerpts... 
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The editorial is beautiful but if I'm being honest it's the artistic direction that I admire more than Kendall's actual modelling. And in terms of the article... I'm not sure if there is more to it but based on what was posted above I have two words: Puff. Piece. I mean, I wasn't expecting anything groundbreaking, but I can't believe that this is Vogue's leading article this month. And the writing itself is so on the nose. I mean some of those excerpts...
I have to agree... not sure who should be more embarrassed the writer, Vogue or Kendall. Who questions someone about their sexuality and who comes out as straight
... not that it matters but she did not sound convincing on whatever she was trying to convey... the whole piece was cringeworthy. The cover looks better in real life... and the editorial is just perfection! Kendall does well in couture!
This cover will give her career a bit of a boost but if she does not land any Fall campaign... I don't think it will matter. I will never understand why she is so mismanaged... to skip the entire fashion month at this stage of her career is irresponsible and stupid. She needs a new agent... someone she will listen to and not just party with...
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Kendall Jenner attends #REVOLVEfestival Day 1 on April 14, 2018 in La Quinta, California
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KENDALL JENNER at Longchamp Fifth Avenue Store Opening in New York 05/03/2018
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KENDALL JENNER at Tiffany & Co. Jewelry Collection Launch in New York 05/03/2018
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KENDALL JENNER Leaves Bowery Hotel in New York 05/03/2018
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KENDALL JENNER at Tiffany & Co. Jewelry Collection Launch in New York 05/03/2018
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KENDALL JENNER Leaves Bowery Hotel in New York 05/03/2018
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She looks good but for me if her chin height were higher then she would be more stunning. Regardless of nepotism or favoritism it's the magazine editors, casting directors, designers, and photographers who are to blame for using her repeatedly over other models, they're to blame.
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