You have an idea in your head of who Zoë Kravitz is. Edgy. Boho. Hippie. Cool. She probably says "Perú" with an accent. Maybe it's the tiny tattoos that curl around her hands and arms that signal something, or maybe it's her striking resemblance to her mom, Lisa Bonet, who exudes the mystical energy of a shaman or healer. Maybe her dad is the defining factor. After all, Lenny Kravitz has been synonymous with the concept of "cool" since he broke big in the nineties. The idea of having her own fame felt good at one point, Kravitz admits. She wanted to taste what it was like to be known as more than just someone's daughter or partner or friend. But it wasn't long before, as she says, "I got a lot of anxiety around 'Do I feel confident enough to go outside?'" With Blink Twice coming into view, however, Kravitz is confronting a different type of vulnerability. "I feel like my brain is being exposed to the world," she says. It's liberating and terrifying at the same time. "I felt like I should just be quiet and let people experience the movie," she says. "I was hesitant to make it about me." |
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From time travel to Hollywood to King Arthur, this summer's best reads are a wild ride. |
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Death and suffering are a big part of hunting. A big part. Not that you'd ever know it by hearing hunters talk. They tend to downplay the killing part. To kill is to put to death, extinguish, nullify, cancel, destroy. But from the hunter's point of view, it's just a tiny part of the experience. The kill is the least important part of the hunt… they often say, or, Killing involves only a split second of the innumerable hours we spend surrounded by and observing nature.... For the animal, of course, the killing part is of considerably more importance. |
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"She came in improvising," the remembers of his first brush with Catwoman. |
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Back in the Before Times, Young Ben Sasse was the dauphin prince of the Promising Young Republicans who were going to bring the GOP back from the far reaches beyond sanity at some undefined point in the future. He was an Eddicator, the way Mike Lee was a Conztitooshunal Skolar and Paul Ryan was somehow more than a zombie-eyed granny starver. Members of the elite political media flocked to his side. He was as slick as a Siberian cowpath in the winter. He had this ability to create a kind of plasticine gravitas that so attracts Ivy League reporters who feel guilty that they haven't spent more time in Omaha. He bragged about his kids reading Aristotle over their Pop-Tarts and, besides all that book-larnin', they were learning about working the farm and all them good heartland values. |
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