\u201cI wonder how seriously she takes us,\u201d Amanda Seyfried<\/strong> whispers, referring to the big-name celebrity quietly smirking across the room. The woman strikes me as the silent-judging type, but Seyfried is more open-minded. \u201cIt\u2019s judgment,\u201d the actor considers, \u201cor it\u2019s just innocent curiosity.\u201d After all, it\u2019s not every day that Lisa Gherardini, better known as the selfie-magnet Mona Lisa<\/em><\/a>,<\/em> gets a near-private audience with an Oscar nominee\u2014a startling beauty known to turn up on Lanc\u00f4me billboards and magazine covers. \u201cHow big is that, dimension-wise?\u201d Seyfried wonders about Da Vinci\u2019s 16th-century painting, encased in bulletproof glass. A nearby voice ballparks it at 36 by 24 inches, which sounds like the start of a bust-waist-hips measurement. \u201c\u201836, 25, 34\u2019\u2014was that from a Nelly<\/strong> song?\u201d Seyfried asks, before supplying her own melodic answer with a line from the rapper\u2019s Y2K anthem: \u201cIf you want to go and take a ride with me\u2026\u201d One imagines Lisa the wallflower, having seen and heard it all, softly humming along. A nostalgic hit has its sweetness, but also its flaws. \u201cThat was supposed to depict the perfect female form,\u201d says Seyfried, \u201cwhich is obviously bullshit.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n![\"The](\"https:\/\/media.vanityfair.com\/photos\/6516f71898444d6ea334cf45\/master\/w_1600%2Cc_limit\/vf923%2520seyfried%2520lancome%2520lede1.jpg\")