Lola Kirke's Reading List

One time I was visiting a very smart and wise friend of mine (she went to HARVARD but tells people, should it come up, that she “went to school in Cambridge”) who lives in the very intellectual city of Berlin. In need of something to entertain myself on my hotly anticipated flight home (I love country music and fine dining. Germany, it seems, does not), I scanned her bookshelves for some reading material. To my dismay, I found it populated solely by the very books I had pretended to read for college — Kant, Kant, and more Kant with a smidge of Baudrillard.