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Last weekend, the actor Tom Holland swung through New York, where Esquire's Josh Rosenberg got to spend some time with him. Holland—who plays Spider-Man, among other major roles—was in town to talk about his new fragrance with Prada, but his conversation with Rosenberg covered a range of topics, including his years of sobriety, the future of Spider-Man, and how many sprays of cologne he gives himself. I hope you enjoy the conversation as much I did, which you can read below. – Michael Sebastian, editor-in-chief
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The 29-year-old actor stars in the new campaign for Prada Paradigme, which seeks to redefine modern masculinity. |
I'm sitting across a small table from Tom Holland, who I'm sure you recognize as either the actor who was just seen swinging from buildings in Glasglow filming Marvel's Spider-Man: Brand New Day, Zendaya's fiancé, or the founder of the nonalcoholic-beer company Bero. In fact, he's drinking one of the latter's Noon Wheats right now. But this Saturday afternoon, we're meeting at the former Fotografiska building in New York City because the 29-year-old actor is taking on another role, as Prada Beauty Global Ambassador and the face of Prada's new refillable fragrance, Paradigme.
Paradigme is a smoky, woody scent with top notes of bergamot and geranium. As Holland states in the advertisement, directed by Thomas Vinterberg (Another Round), the scent's philosophy was built on finding "another way" to view masculinity that isn't overly rough or hypersexualized. |
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"You ain't gonna get the hit," my Minnesota Twins teammate, Ryan Jeffers, had said to me. He was joking, of course. Both of us were in a good place. But the game was close. We were down 2–3 to the Royals in the eighth on August 10.
Austin Martin, A-Mar, hit a ball to left field and turned it into a triple. Awesome, I thought. We have a window here. Then Jeffers hit him in. A sigh of relief. Tied up 3–3 going into the ninth.
Our pitching looked awesome during extra innings. Michael Tonkin kept throwing up zeros and hitting the spots. We went into the 11th confident. That's when Jeffers teased me. "Well, if you do, it's over either way," I joked back.
With Clemens on first and A-Mar on second, Jeffers lined the ball to center on a good swing, but it was caught. A-Mar tried to tag up but got thrown out at third. Two outs.
I thought to myself, I gotta hit a homer. That's the only option. I've never told myself that—ever. Even a single would've been fine. |
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There are not many words you can use to describe how much influence Jeffrey Epstein accumulated among the country's power elites without doubling or tripling your entendres. We should all have learned by now that the owners and operators of major Wall Street banks have the ethics and public morality of Gaboon vipers. These gombeen bastards nearly blew up the world in 2008 and walked away clean. Meanwhile, they were enabling the biggest flesh peddler in American history. That was why Epstein was at the bank's headquarters. JPMorgan's top executive in charge of ensuring compliance with laws and regulations had already pushed to fire him as a client. Now Stephen Cutler, a former federal securities regulator and the bank's general counsel, had added his voice to the chorus. |
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