Over tomato soup on an icy night in New York’s lower east side, actor Norman Reedus is talking about road kill. He spares few details recounting the several dead animals he found along the highway while shooting the zombie thriller TV show The Walking Dead in Georgia. We’re huddled in the back of the narrow restaurant, Bread, which Reedus insists has the best soup in the city. The more graphic his descriptions—details of a moose he saw hit by a car—the harder it is for me to spoon down the chunky red broth.
The depiction sounds like a scene straight out of The Walking Dead, AMC’s original series, in which the Florida-born actor plays the crossbow-wielding, zombie-crushing, squirrel-...
It’s a bad time for Siki Im to chat. he has a few days to finish his Fall 2012 collection before heading to Paris for sales presentations. The apple he’s crunching is probably the first thing he’s eaten all day. Five people bustle behind him, sewing, cutting, fitting. Im looks depleted, because it’s an incredibly good time for business.
Momentum has been building around Im the past few years. He won the prestigious Ecco Domani Award for Best Menswear and the Samsung Fashion & Design Fund in Asia, and he was nominated for the Dorchester Prize in Beverly Hills—where I first met Im while an America’s Next Top Model film crew scampered about. Im’s frankness regarding his displeasure...
It’s somewhat apt that Taylor Kitsch is so hard for me to get a hold of as the Kelowna, British Columbia-born actor is likely enjoying his last few moments of relative privacy. Kitsch is in Japan doing press for John Carter, which releases on March 9th, and I’ve been on hold waiting to talk to him for what feels like an eternity. He has a modest-sized fan following from his days on Friday Night Lights, but it’s a far cry from what could be to come. See, John Carter is Disney’s foray into Avatar territory: a massively produced, otherworldly drama with high hopes and a $250 million budget. The film, directed by Pixar-alumni Andrew Stanton (WALL-E and Finding Nemo), has the ingredients to be...
Every family has them: stories shared triumphantly, inappropriately at holiday dinners. Stories of heroic feats accomplished against unimaginable odds. These stories get passed down through generations until they become badges of honor, facts of the family, irrefutable truths. But at what point does family folklore become textbook truth?
The Gracie family has one such story. Theirs begins with Carlos Gracie––slight-framed, precocious, and physically weak (“145 pounds soaking wet,” according to his grandson, Rolles)––a native of Belém, a city off the Marajó Bay in Northern Brazil. Carlos was a hyperactive child, the “terror of the neighborhood,” as his grandson tells it. At the age...
Time-aged portraits of prizefighters hang on the walls, staring down at the man perched at the edge of the ring.
Yes, Zachary Wohlman looks like a vintage fighter. His old-style charm is accentuated by the scar tissue above his brow and the cartilage missing from his nose. He is a throwback, an anachronism. He even has a “Kid” nickname: “Kid Yamaka” [sic]. “I get my hair cut the day of my fight. It’s a tradition. Well, I’ve only had one [professional] fight so far, but it’s going to be a tradition,” jokes the former Golden Gloves champ.
Wohlman is comfortably back in street clothes, after wrapping up the photo shoot for this magazine. He’s slipped on a pair of black Nike...
“THESE PLACES ALWAYS SMELL THE SAME,” LIAM HEMSWORTH SAYS OF the putt-putt golf complex as we enter. It is an unprovoked observation that might suggest that the Australian 22-year-old actor enjoyed the pleasures of mini-golf like the rest of us while growing up. But a familiar smell is a strange place to begin since so much of Hemsworth’s life right now feels like unfamiliar territory.
Mini-golf was a miscalculation to say the least. Hemsworth seemed like the type of guy that might get off on a little hand-to-eye coordinating activities, considering his roles have been action movies, in which the good guy shoots people from a thousand meters. Also, maybe there, on the quiet concourse...
