There is an uncooperative bird in Julia Fox’s backyard. On this beautiful Friday of Labor Day weekend, the creature seems to pipe up anytime either one of us starts to talk. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Fox says, faux annoyed. “We have to bring my cats out here and give it the scare of a lifetime.” Then she roars to demonstrate.

When the happy chirping of a bird isn’t intruding on our interview (fair play, we’re in its natural habitat, not the other way around), the intermittent eardrum-shattering drill of nearby construction is. “We’re trying to do a nice girlie thing out here in our cute Wonderland garden,” Fox says, rolling her eyes, “and there we go — 5:30 on a Friday on a holiday weekend.”

It would all be annoying if it didn’t feel so funny, so New York and (to quote Charli XCX’s

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