Others favor the edgier persona introduced with her 2013 album, Bangerz. Cyrus, in a spangled two-piece ensemble hiked high enough to require intensive bikini waxing, steps out.
The fire throws shadows across Cyrus’s languorous form, now draped over an uncomfortable-looking Tulip chair.A black and white striped Chanel T-shirt hangs slack on her thin frame.With pageboy bangs falling over her makeup-free face, the performer looks vulnerable, childlike. “I don’t love them because, I mean, I think I was around too many kids at one point—because I was around a lot of kids.” A conversation with Cyrus plays more like a breakneck stream-of-consciousness soliloquy.Hair by Orlando Pita for Orlo Salon NYC; makeup by Lucia Pieroni for Clé de Peau Beauté; manicure by Lisa Jachno for Labnails.Beauty: Dior Forever Flawless Perfection Fusion Wear Makeup in Cameo, 3 Couleurs Glow in Ivory Glow, Diorshow Iconic Mascara in Black, and Addict Lipstick in Pink Chérie.
“She’s cool, she’s scandalous,” Kristal, an apple-cheeked 13-year-old, shouts over the din.“I like her hair,” adds Morgan, a 12-year-old standing next to her.“She’s a slut,” declares Kaylee, a sullen 14-year-old with a fading magenta dye job and a mouthful of bubble gum.“I’m here for Ariana Grande.” For all I know, she’s referring to a Microsoft Word font or a new kind of latte. I am in the oppressive mayhem at the Staples Center in Los Angeles, packed on this December night for the Jingle Ball, a concert series featuring of-the-moment pop artists.Kristal and Morgan are Smilers, as Miley Cyrus diehards call themselves.Some carry a torch for Hannah Montana, the Disney Channel role that made her a star.