Maxwell Williams
Tony Kelly
The universe, some trillions of years old and vaster than the mind’s imagination, revolves around Tyler, The Creator. It’s something he’s well aware of. “Hi, I’m Jason,” he says in his impossibly husky voice, extending his big mitt towards mine as he hops off a custom painted Odd Future Wolf Gang...
Matthew Bedard
Yu Tsai
Let’s get a few things out of the way: your loyal narrator, being a man of his word, will not dramatize the ensuing interview with Keira Knightley in any which way. Frankly, he’d love to. He’d love to have you thinking that he was sitting next to her throughout, enjoying the springtime rebirth of London’s streets from the back...
Maxwell Williams
Kurt Iswarienko
The Young Actress Deals in Defiant and Nuanced Identities
A Silverlake, L.A. crowd is gnawing on their leafy greens and lovingly slaughtered steaks on a breezy St. Patrick’s Day afternoon. Our lady in question sneaks up, tiny but recognizable, and before words are exchanged, she reaches up on tippy-toes for a hug. And so it goes with Juno...
Maxwell Williams
Art and Fashion are magnets, repulsing each other, but invariably linked at the butt end. The fashion magnet pulls artists towards it with “collaborations” and the promise of piles of money and glamour. Rare is the artist—our divine lady Julie Verhoeven being of the exception-proving-the-rule variety—that begins embedded within...
Tahirah Conliffe
Jessie Craig
As Miss Imogen Poots settles down following her photo shoot to chat about her role in the latest adaptation of Charlotte Brontë’s Jane Eyre—which she describes as her ideal project—it’s quite apparent Poots is a young woman on the brink. A youthful freeness—met with an increasingly evolving worldview—is keeping...
Heather Corcoran
Martien Mulder
Ezra Miller is talking quantum theory over a sloppy turkey pizza burger. In a parallel universe the 18-year-old is just another downtown kid in this West Village diner—from his vintage Little League tee and emerald blazer down to his tight red jeans and Marlboro Reds. But in the universe where you’re reading this, Ezra...
Gregg LaGambina
Mason Poole
If you happened to have found yourself in an automobile in mid-March—driving down the stretch of Santa Monica Boulevard that runs from Silver Lake into West Hollywood—you might have noticed the giant blond-haired gal wielding a silver sword. She was as tall as a short building, perched high in the sky, carefully placed so as not to be...
