Imagine living Taylor Swift’s life. She has been staggeringly, life-dominatingly famous since she was 17. Not for a single moment in her entire adulthood (she’s now 28) has she been able to do any of the everyday things the rest of us take for granted. No wonder, then, that so much of what surrounds her seems so peculiar. No wonder her last two albums (2014’s fabulous 1989, last year’s rather less fabulous Reputation) have been dominated by songs about how other people perceive her life: every thing she does, as she is well aware, goes through a filter. She sings not about her love life — her relationships with the actors Tom Hiddleston and Joe Alwyn, the DJ Calvin Harris —but about how her love life is reported. It’s a very meta kind of pop stardom: ‘I swear I don’t love the drama, it loves me,’ as she put it on the song ‘End Game’.
Before she took to the stage at Wembley Stadium, the giant screens broadcast footage of ‘secret sessions’ in which groups of her fans had been invited to listen to Reputation before its release with Swift at her various homes.
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