All the men have been booted out of Jenner’s room, save for her boyfriend, Tyga (“T” to her), who lingers in the back.“I’m comfortable with my body, but not comfortable,” she says.
In fact, with the aid of a walker, Mummy strides up and down the halls in her care center — sometimes for hours.
When she is walking the halls, Mummy often appears to have a purpose and a destination in mind. Up close, it is immediately apparent Mummy is locked into a prison from which there is no parole.
She is entering the latter stages of dementia and has already lost so much cognitive ability.
Even with all the research and focus on Alzheimer’s, there is no cure and not even effective treatment or drugs that will slow the progression of this elusive disease.
“I want to try something new,” she says, eight hours into her photo shoot on a balmy Monday evening in L. Jenner is wearing round nipple pasties, a pair of pink, latex evening gloves and matching high-waisted panties that barely cover her butt.
In front of her is a full-length mirror strategically stationed so she can perfect her angles.
“When they went to our wedding, we were private citizens,” Melania reminds me.
Just two private citizens getting hitched at the groom’s 126-room Florida palace.
It’s a story full of naked ambition, stunning beauty, a shockingly Trump-like dad, and even some family secrets. “It was completely different than it is now,” Melania Trump tells me, recalling those bygone days of sanity, speaking in her now famous accent, a kind of dreamy Transylvanian.
Back then, in 2005, it didn’t seem odd that she and Donald Trump would mark their happy occasion with the former president and First Lady, then a senator from New York.
And you can think, as Melania Trump says she does, that it’s no huge deal, really. “It’s all business now; it’s nothing personal.”Of course, Melania had the foresight to imagine that politics would bring chaos.