When I imagine a scenario in which I'm hanging off the side of a skyscraper, desperately holding onto life with just my bare hands, I am filled with dread. Alternatively, I might be having a dream in which I'm Tom Cruise. But this is not the case for twenty-five-year-old Alexis Landot. In fact, in a new interview with Esquire he says, "Cancer, car accidents, random violence—those things terrify me. But when I'm clinging to a ledge 1,000 feet in the air, I'm at peace." Read more about his turbo, death-defying hobby just below. – Madison Vain, senior digital director Plus: |
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Cancer, car accidents, random violence—those things terrify me. But when I'm clinging to a ledge one thousand feet in the air, I'm at peace. | I'm terrified of death. Especially death I can't control. Cancer, car accidents, random violence. I'm anxious about walking in Paris, where I live. I believe highway driving to be extremely dangerous. My mind constantly races through Final Destination death scenarios. What if that bike swerves? What if that truck driver falls asleep at the wheel? These possibilities eat at me. The irony isn't lost on me. I'm an urban free soloist. For the uninitiated, I climb skyscrapers without ropes, including the Burj Khalifa, the Montparnasse Tower, and buildings across La Défense. I dangle from my fingertips thousands of feet above the ground—sometimes I do pull-ups—and yet I am absurdly anxious about risks I can't control. On the ground, I'm a bundle of anxiety, helpless against these various risks. I've been this way forever; I had to go to extensive therapy as a child about my fear of death. But when I'm one thousand feet up the side of a building, gripping a minuscule ledge with my fingertips, I'm finally relaxed. |
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James Talarico is everywhere now. He's on major television networks. He's on the front page of news websites. He's even been on the most popular podcast in America, The Joe Rogan Experience. But the one place he's not is in the Texas capitol building, where his Republican adversaries in the state's House of Representatives aim to redraw electoral districts in their favor ahead of the 2026 midterms. The thirty-six-year-old middle-school-teacher-turned-politician isn't in Texas at all, actually. He's in an Illinois hotel room no bigger than a college dorm, barely sleeping in a twin bed that faces a lonely sink, taking calls from the media and constituents back home. It's not that he and his fellow Democratic representatives don't want to be in Texas. But without their presence in the state house, a vote can't occur—which is exactly the point. | |
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Let's be honest: The best thing to wear when it's hot as hell is as little as possible. We're talking tank top, shorts, sandals, and done. Maybe switch the shorts for swim trunks if you're heading to the beach. But don't overcomplicate it. You basically want to be as close to naked as you can be without inviting unwanted social (or legal) attention. The thing is, real life gets in the way. Unless you work as a lifeguard, you're not getting away with a five-inch inseam and a pair of flip-flops at the office. So what's a guy to do when the mercury is punching through the top of the thermometer and he still has to get to the office, go on a date, or attend a sweltering summer wedding? |
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