Natasha Lyonne Doesn’t Want To Get Lunch With You

On a Sunday evening in late November, Natasha Lyonne enters Café Standard, a few blocks from her East Village home, sporting a knit beanie, a dark winter jacket, and a backpack slung over her shoulder. If it weren’t for her trademark raspy voice, she could well have been any other bundled-up New Yorker. But after ordering a Diet Coke and tossing her backpack on a chair, the coat comes off, and then the beanie, revealing her explosion of vibrant red hair and the sort of outfit few could pull off in such chic fashion: a Beach Boys T-shirt underneath a… Read Full Article