Old story but I think relevant...
She tells me a story about wild excess in New York which involves her taking a chauffeur-driven car to the bar at the Paramount to meet a friend and forgetting she's left it outside waiting for her, clocking up ludicrous charges (something like $300 an hour). At 2am her mobile phone rang - a mildly irritated Picasso reminding her to return to the Four Seasons where they were staying and, oh, can she pay the driver?
Evans has no money. She has to stop at five different cash points to get the money.
She gets back to the hotel at 4am to find herself locked out of the room, with
Picasso refusing to take any calls. Eventually she spots someone she knows coming back into the hotel, begs a night in his room and they arrive to find Joe Corré of Agent Provocateur crashed out on the floor, somehow having gained access. 'It was a pretty wild night,' she says laughing. Something she's not used to, then? 'Oh no,' she says wide-eyed. 'That kind of behaviour's not me.' Somehow I just don't believe her.
La jeune fille anglaise - Telegraph