I'm not always a fan of using the word "everything" as an adjective, but I'm just not sure there's a more fitting word to describe Harry and Peter Brant. In terms of quotability and lifestyle, they're like mini Karl Lagerfelds except younger, more energetic, and just generally all over the place.
Following their inevitable and highly entertaining New York Times profile, comes a feature in Vanity Fair's September style issue, in which Peter discusses his sexuality and inability to be defined and they both have the best conversation about Suri Cruise I've ever read. They also discuss their failed plans to bring a real live panther to the Met Ball and a recent vacay with Naomi (ahem, as in, Campbell).
Read on for the highlights.
Peter Brant (who was once photographed kissing his mom on a beach and then posted that he was gay) on his sexuality:
"I might be gay. I’m both, kind of, a little bit.... I do both, and, you know, I’m cool with everything. I don’t like to be defined. I personally don’t think that you can be. I’m undefinable. I’m undefined. And I think that anyone who thinks they have me figured out knows nothing about me, ’cause very few people in the world actually know anything about how my mind works.” He goes on to explain that “I think life is about making memories…. I want to be old and have so many things to remember, like, I just don’t know what to do with myself—like, I can talk about them for hours.
On Suri Cruise, whom they idolize (as we all should):
“It’s not like we’re Suri Cruise.” Though he hasn’t met her, Peter says he’d like to. “She’s one of my idols,” he says. Both boys agree that Suri is something of a fashion guru. “And it’s all coming from her,” Harry remarks. “She’s always got some ’do. I love her hair.” “Clearly she’s just an awesome person,” Peter agrees. “And she always has some, like, sassy frog slippers.” Harry continues, “And, like, jammies in the restaurant.” Or as Peter remembers, “Didn’t she have some ladybug boots? I was like, I need those.” Harry knows the ones he means: “I have them in gray.”
Jammies in the restaurant!
On their Met Ball complications:
“I had arranged for the baby panther and everything,” Peter complained. “What could be better than diamonds and exotic baby animals?” [Vanity Fair writer Nancy Jo] Sales reports that the boys had also cued up a gold-plated Rolls-Royce to deposit them and their baby panther on the red carpet. Indeed, Harry observes, “You’re nobody until PETA either loves you or hates you.”
Something tells us that wouldn't have quite worked out even if they did have tickets.
Their family is "very aesthetic:"
“There’s just no way around it,” Harry says. “We wake up and see beauty everywhere. Both my parents bring such a unique element to it. They’ve both devoted their lives to beauty.”
Peter chimes in, “We’re, like, a very aesthetic family.”
On that time they were hanging out on a raft with Naomi Campbell on a private island and literally drifted out to sea:
“We stayed at an island with Naomi [Campbell] not too long ago. It was like a private island,” in the Bahamas, Peter tells Sales. “We were all, like, on one of those little rafts in the bay. We were, like, lying around talking, and the rope that connected the raft to the beach got broken off.… And we just started drifting, but we didn’t notice. And then one of us got up to get water or something from, like, a cooler, and we were, like, Where are we? We had drifted way out into the ocean. We all started freaking out and, like, waving our arms.”
Moral of the story: The Brant brothers are amazing, cannot be defined, and should probably be Suri Cruise's new babysitters.