Owen Wilson Is Doing Great, Thanks

Owen Wilson Is Doing Great, Thanks "There's a little bit of a line," Owen Wilson says, his voice low, as if these might be the first words he has spoken today. It's a warm Saturday morning in June, and we're at Blueys, a restaurant in an industrial part of Santa Monica. Owen has just pulled up on an electric bike with a guy on another bike who says hello, gets off his bike, and vanishes. The other bike is for me to use after breakfast. "Do you want to go somewhere else?" I ask, and immediately regret it. With calm in his voice, Owen says, "Well, hold on . . . I think . . . let's just . . ." and walks toward the door, scoping it out. You order at a counter, then they bring you your food at one of the outside tables. Earnest California food—you can substitute soyrizo for chorizo in your breakfast burrito, and there's bulletproof coffee, that kind of thing. Locals recently awakened from a yearlong slumber are draped over the furniture like Dalí clocks, clutching latte mugs with two hands. We walk inside, then back out into gray light filtering through a cornflower- blue sky. The employees smile at us, but no one speaks. "Here, maybe we can just go over there and sit down," Owen says. He walks toward an empty picnic table around a corner, shaded from the sun. People sit at all the other tables, but for some reason not this one, tucked back in the alley. Read the Full Story All 63 Celebrity Liquors and Spirits, Ranked If you have a high-enough profile and a hefty checkbook, it's not hard to get meetings in Kentucky or Jalisco or even Slovenia, partner with distributors, and find yourself walking out the door with a contract for some pretty good liquid. And yet, "pretty good liquid" is not why anyone buys celebrity spirits. We buy them to feel close to a beloved celebrity, to feel like the celebrity, and because we are completely able to ignore the fact that it's patently absurd to think a musclebound movie star is pounding whiskey shots every single night before his 4 a.m. call time. We took it upon ourselves to rank the celebrity liquors and spirits out there. Read the Full Story 38 Documentaries That Will Change Your Life Nowadays, it's trendy to call today's era in documentary filmmaking—we're talking about the past few years, when we've seen whole damn events like Tiger King and The Last Dance—the boom times for the genre. That is only partially true. Yes, we love to queue up a Netflix true crime documentary as much as you do. Debate what Carole Baskin did or didn't do. We're just asking that you go back a few years, where there are even more gems waiting for you. Read the Full Story Everlane's Japanese Cotton Oxford Is the All-Seasons Shirt That Doubles as a Security Blanket "In the Before Times, I reveled in the perusing of my closet each morning," writes Esquire's Ben Boskovich. "I flipped through shirts and pants and blazers and shoes like a kid with a binder full of baseball cards. Getting Dressed wasn't just a part of my job, it was (and still is!) part of my identity. Admittedly, I've let the pandemic take that away from me, if only because I know it's temporary. But! About once a week, I do get the itch. And when those moments have struck me over the past 361 days, more often than I'm grabbing any other garment, I'm grabbing a button-down oxford. And more often than I'm grabbing any other oxford, I'm grabbing Everlane's Japanese cotton oxford." Read the Full Story Nic Cage's Suburban Nightmare After a 20-year absence from his childhood town of Long Beach, California, the actor learned that you really can't go home again. In 1998, Esquire's Scott Raab embarked on an epic trip with the star down memory lane. Read the Full Story Inside Clarissa Ward's Tense Standoff With the Taliban When CNN's Clarissa Ward approached a Taliban fighter on the streets of Kabul on Wednesday, a gunshot rang out behind her. If you saw this on Anderson Cooper's nightly show, you might have missed her flinch. It was brief. Subtle. Her focus remained squarely on the group of Taliban fighters in front of her, including a man who shoved his hand forward to cover her cameraman's lens and waved a whip made of heavy chain and a padlock. The chaotic scene, he told her, is America's fault. As he spoke, Ward noticed his eyes. They look dazed, she told me. Was he high, whether from a narcotic or pure adrenaline? She wondered. Read the Full Story   Follow Us     Unsubscribe | Privacy Notice/Notice At Collection   esquire.com ©2021 Hearst Communications Inc. All Rights Reserved. Hearst Email Privacy, 300 W 57th St., Fl. 19 (sta 1-1), New York, NY 10019