King of the Sandcastle
The Legendary Californian Architect Builds on the Pacific Waves
Well beyond El Matador Beach’s sea caves, past Zuma’s sanguine sands, almost out of Malibu proper up into that sparse 3300 stretch of the Pacific Coast Highway, lays a small spate of homes designed by Harry M. Gesner. It’s surf country, and...
Daniel Henshall and Lucas Pittaway Portray the Serial Killers of Adelaide’s Gruesome Snowtown
“Really?” asks a genuinely surprised Daniel Henshall when informed that at the day before’s private screening of his first feature film, Snowtown, a significant number of hardened press walked out, including this viscerally affected journalist who...
Submersible Innocence
Submarine’s Vibrant London Actress Scampers Along Memory Lane
Children are sneaky beings. seemingly harmless daydreaming crayon scribblers, sprawled out on carpets, inventing worlds, confused, heaving sobs at minor tragedies, scooped up by adult giants saying, “There, there,” as if your calamities were nothing...
NIGHTSTALKING
Rare Prey and the Impenetrable Force of Glee
It’s ballbusting work being part of TV’s biggest phenomenon. For Dianna Agron, the actress who plays alpha cheerleader Quinn Fabray on the FOX musical series Glee, it takes five time zones, four days, and one delayed flight to the UK (with a daytrip to Paris along the way),...
Crosshairs and Silencers, The Silky Assassin
The Colombiana Star’s Atypical Ascent to Cinematic Notoriety
If you’re a journalist, the woman with the ironwood eyes will blow in from the street and sit, and she’ll talk to you about all the movies she’s in, especially the new one, and she’ll be enchanting and...
FLOTO & WARNER/STONE+/GETTY IMAGES, CHRISTOPHER INTAGLIATA, CHANEL, MEL ROBERTS
The Rise and Fall of the Tan
A cigar, as Freud told us, is sometimes just a cigar, but oftentimes, as the father of modern psychiatry implies, it’s a smelly, brown penis. Similarly, sometimes a suntan is just a suntan, but frequently it is more than the mere oxidation of melanin brought about through exposure to ultraviolet radiation. For the...
A Meditation on Fashion, Shamanism, Beauty, and Optimism with the London-Based Artist
Anyone that’s ever zoned out (or munched a button of peyote) knows that our imagination is a vast and expansive place. Or, is it really our imagination and not some other side we cross over to? Where ever it is, Matthew Stone’s been there, in that blank...
Infernal Sentience
Nocturnal Slaying In the Bayou with Dominic Cooper
Here, it was six feet. There, it was eight. The gentleman who chauffeurs me from Louis Armstrong Airport is called Gerald, and he guides me into the eerily concussed, yet ever-electrified Big Easy. I’ll be here for 20 hours, much of which will be spent with 33-year-old British...