The first thing on January Jones' mind is food. As she settles into a dimly lit corner of a fashionable Manhattan hotel, she orders a latte, quiche and smoothie in quick succession. It's hardly equivalent to Betty Draper's midnight comfort-eating in the eerie light of her open fridge, but that exact image comes to mind. Why? Because it is near impossible to separate Jones from her Mad Men alter ego. Not only because Betty is the character that made the actress famous, nor because the lauded TV series, which even Barack Obama admits to watching, has been running for an impressive six years now, but because in person, like Betty, there is a subdued reserve to this star.
The 35-year-old is every inch the ice-cool blond. That's not to say she is unfriendly, but Jones is certainly not an open book. She could be from another era, a time before Twitter and reality TV. A time before celebrity meant every detail of your life was up for grabs. Jones is of the old Hollywood mold, where actresses retained an aura of mystery and said little about their