She was due to arrive by the pool on the roof of L' Ermitage hotel, in Beverly Hills.
When he first met Jennifer, he explained, “she'd done a movie, and people in the industry knew her, but she wasn't really famous.
He calls it “the Mother Ship.” “I can't remember what I was doing,” he recalled, “but, anyway, I was in there, and I hear someone coming up the steps. Wearing a stunning off-pink Dior gown when she won the best-actress Academy Award, in 2013, she tripped going up the stairs to the stage and fell headlong—into America's heart.“It was one of the most embarrassing moments of my entire life,” she admits. I cried.” To this day, it bothers her that she forgot to thank director David O.
Russell and the producer Harvey Weinstein, blaming it on the shock of her fall.
“When people look at you differently and talk to you differently, like even just walking into an elevator, it's a very isolating feeling—they don't look at you like a person anymore.
It's one of the most lonely, icy feelings in the world.”Her way of dealing with this overwhelming fame is to stay close to family and a small circle of old friends.