Madame Figaro

Margaret was photographed by Cass Bird for HommeGirls‘ latest issue, volume 6. The magazine can be purchased at HommeGirls.com. Check out the photos and article below!

HOMMEGIRLS – In Margaret Qualley’s New York apartment, you will find a couch, a table, four dining chairs, a bed with a frame, and, she points out with beyond normal excitement, “many a lamp!” This may not seem like a big deal, but then you are probably used to living with those sorts of things. She is not.

Until recently, “I had a mattress on the ground and one lamp and a cardboard box I’d use as a table,” says Qualley, seated side-saddle on a bench in Tompkins Square Park on a balmy July afternoon. She pulls up pictures on her phone as proof, swiping through scenes of an airy and empty light-filled apartment, overturned cardboard box primly set with breakfast for one, napkin folded, fork on the correct side.

This had been her life since she first came to the city at 16 to study ballet, and for a while such living represented independence, not to mention a certain bohemian splendor that will be familiar to lots of young New Yorkers. Sure she was a bright young thing with a famous mom (that would be ’90s rom-com icon Andie MacDowell) but Qualley was raised in Montana and North Carolina, not Hollywood, and was perfectly happy making her own oatmeal and eating it while sitting on the floor. But a decade in, the living situation was becoming, she says, a little embarrassing. At 26, she was no longer a student but an Emmy nominated actress (“Fosse/Verdon”) who’d just made a big splash in a Tarantino movie ( Once Upon A Time… In Hollywood). The older and more accomplished you are, the more it seems people expect a place to sit when they come over. “So I’ve taken the past few months to change my ways, because I was like, you’re becoming an asshole for being like this,” Qualley says. “You are too old and you’re doing too okay to have no couch.”
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