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Justin Timberlake surprises his super fans on the set of the latest Target commercial for the “The 20/20 Experience.” [x]
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Every star may be a sun to someone.
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The New Guard: Hollywood’s Freshest Faces cover story of W Magazine’s April 2013 edition shot by Alasdair McLellan with Brit Marling, Eddie Redmayne & Emayatzy Corinealdi styled by Edward Enninful. Hair by Jimmy Paul, the makeup artist was Aaron De Mey.
For the cover Brit wears a Dries Van Noten shirt, Miu Miu top while Eddie while Eddie wears T by Alexander Wang t-shirt.
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Some of us make mistakes.
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This is probably the best thing ever.
Why don’t we teach this to young boys?Can we just slow clap
oh my god number 9
i just
yes
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It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.
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Your life is not an episode of Skins. Things will never look quite as good as they do in a faded, sun - drenched Polaroid; your days are not an editorial from Lula. Your life is not a Sofia Coppola movie, or a Chuck Palahniuk novel, or a Charles Bukowski poem. Grace Coddington isn’t your creative director. Bon Iver and Joy Division don’t play softly in the background at appropriate moments. Your hysterical teenage diary isn’t a work of art. Your room probably isn’t Selby material. Your life isn’t a Tumblr screencap. Every word that comes out of your mouth will not be beautiful and poignant, infinitely quotable.
Your pain will not be pretty. Crying till you vomit is always shit.
You cannot romanticize hurt.
Or sadness.
Or loneliness.
You will have homework, and hangovers and bad hair days. The train being late won’t lead to any fateful encounters, it will make you late. Sometimes your work will suck. Sometimes you will suck. Far too often, everything will suck - and not in a Wes Anderson kind of way.
And there is no divine consolation - only the knowledge that we will hopefully experience the full spectrum - and that sometimes, just sometimes, life will feel like a Coppola film.
Your pain will not be pretty. Crying till you vomit is always shit.
You cannot romanticize hurt.
Or sadness.
Or loneliness.
You will have homework, and hangovers and bad hair days. The train being late won’t lead to any fateful encounters, it will make you late. Sometimes your work will suck. Sometimes you will suck. Far too often, everything will suck - and not in a Wes Anderson kind of way.
And there is no divine consolation - only the knowledge that we will hopefully experience the full spectrum - and that sometimes, just sometimes, life will feel like a Coppola film.
