damn, LA.
Pfft, Oklahoma has sunsets like this all the time. (One of its few redeeming factors)
^^minus the skyline, water, and hill to see it from.
Caught the sun setting at Santa Monica Pier today! Arcade games, pinball, & margaritas…(and a parking ticket which I won’t discuss because it makes me angry.)
I’m super jealous!!
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GQ’s Best Actress: Michelle Williams
If you just want to stare at more melty-hot photos of the soon-to-be-three-time Oscar nominee and GQ’s Feb 2012 cover subject, click here. (And no worries. We get it.) But if you’re as infatuated with Williams as we are, we highly recommend GQ correspondent Chris Heath’s remarkable profile—one of the most honest and unusual encounters between a reporter and a subject that we’ve read in a long while. The “celebrity profile” is easily demeaned; this piece makes a case for how it can still be special. Read the whole thing here, featuring Michelle on her rough teenage years, being a mother, being sexy, and living without Heath Ledger. Below, the opening two paragraphs.
Here is what happens in this article: I meet with Michelle Williams on three days in two different cities over a bit more than a week. Much does not go as either of us expects. On the first day, we mainly talk about her youth, and I make her cry. On the second, we mainly talk about her becoming Marilyn Monroe. This is the only dry-eyed meeting. (Unless—quite possible—I was too insensitive to notice.) On the third, we mainly talk about her life with, and without, Heath Ledger. At the end of the third day, we walk around a park in the dark. At the end of the second day, we tidy up the leftovers of her daughter’s birthday cupcakes. At the end of the first day, she leaves in tears, her parting words: “That was really awful.”
That’s about all. There’s also a moment at the very end of the article that could be taken as an atmospheric, ambivalent allegory about the chasing of dreams, but is probably just a brief account of a long hike. The rest is taken up with all that kind of stuff that people sometimes say when they’re asked enough questions. If any of it breaks your heart, it was probably already a little broken to begin with.
[Photographs by Michael Thompson]
If I was stranded in a desert for a week I could still muster up some involuntary drool.](http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxy7x0enKW1qe6vsbo1_500.jpg)
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GQ’s Best Actress: Michelle Williams
If you just want to stare at more melty-hot photos of the soon-to-be-three-time Oscar nominee and GQ’s Feb 2012 cover subject, click here. (And no worries. We get it.) But if you’re as infatuated with Williams as we are, we highly recommend GQ correspondent Chris Heath’s remarkable profile—one of the most honest and unusual encounters between a reporter and a subject that we’ve read in a long while. The “celebrity profile” is easily demeaned; this piece makes a case for how it can still be special. Read the whole thing here, featuring Michelle on her rough teenage years, being a mother, being sexy, and living without Heath Ledger. Below, the opening two paragraphs.
Here is what happens in this article: I meet with Michelle Williams on three days in two different cities over a bit more than a week. Much does not go as either of us expects. On the first day, we mainly talk about her youth, and I make her cry. On the second, we mainly talk about her becoming Marilyn Monroe. This is the only dry-eyed meeting. (Unless—quite possible—I was too insensitive to notice.) On the third, we mainly talk about her life with, and without, Heath Ledger. At the end of the third day, we walk around a park in the dark. At the end of the second day, we tidy up the leftovers of her daughter’s birthday cupcakes. At the end of the first day, she leaves in tears, her parting words: “That was really awful.”
That’s about all. There’s also a moment at the very end of the article that could be taken as an atmospheric, ambivalent allegory about the chasing of dreams, but is probably just a brief account of a long hike. The rest is taken up with all that kind of stuff that people sometimes say when they’re asked enough questions. If any of it breaks your heart, it was probably already a little broken to begin with.
[Photographs by Michael Thompson]
If I was stranded in a desert for a week I could still muster up some involuntary drool.
Annie Hall, 1977 (dir. Woody Allen)
My favorite ending to any of his films…. or at least I identify with it the most.
Strippers do nothing for me. I like a strong, salt of the Earth, self-possessed woman at the top of her field. Your Steffi Grafs, your Sheryl Swoopeses, but…
R.I.P., the movie camera: 1881-2011
An article at the moviemaking technology website Creative Cow reports that the three major manufacturers of motion picture film cameras — Aaton, ARRI and Panavision — have all ceased production of new cameras within the last year, and will only make digital movie cameras from now on. As the article’s author, Debra Kaufman, poignantly puts it, “Someone, somewhere in the world is now holding the last film camera ever to roll off the line.”
So depressing and true.
