IIf I were part of the Hollywood elite, I would spend an immense amount of time worrying about which photo of mine will be used during the Oscar segment “in memoriam”. Will it show me young and vital? Old and dignified? A character shot from my favorite movie, where I played a fat baker who was bitten on the crotch by a small dog?
I mention this because, if I had to guess, Brad Pitt doesn’t spend time worrying about this. Not anymore. Because, thanks to the choice of portraits that accompany his new GQ interviewwe already know what he will look like dead.
Look at the cover. That is extraordinary. Pitt’s hair is slicked, he wears a gold medallion and a shirt of extremely flammable appearance, he lies on a bed of artificial flowers. His eyes are open. Wear mascara. It seems, not to say indecent, as if some undertakers had tried to beautify his body before his family arrived to visit. Oh, and there’s a lizard crawling over it.
Surprisingly, this is the least stunning shooting setting. Scroll through the interview and you’ll see Pitt dressed like a waxed Jim Morrison who has a stroke, chewing his finger while dressed in a bright yellow safari suit and hiding at the site where they dug up Billy Bats in Goodfellas, dressed as Czech Republican 14th Best Stage Magician. and gives A + the impression of Tina Artistic Mouse from Hey Duggee.
Part of me is impressed. In the past, I have attended photography in which the actors refused to do anything, even the least interesting. Recently, for example, I saw an actor who kindly but firmly refused to stand facing the ordinary wall of a hotel room because they thought it would be “too strange.” In Los Angeles, meanwhile, a photographer said to Pete, “Hey Brad, do you mind if I burn your arm?” And his response was, “Great! Can I look wet in my pants too? ” Whatever you think of photography, you must applaud his dedication.
Still, GQ did a very thorough job of capturing one of the most photogenic men in the world and making him astonishingly non-photogenic. If I had to guess how it happened, I would suggest that the biggest culprit is the interview itself.
This is an example of the worst kind of celebrity profile in a magazine. He is self-centered and falsely deep, determined to initiate even the most ordinary exchange until it sounds like God’s revelation. There is a long question whether he prefers cold or room temperature water. There is a treatise on nicotine mints. At one point, he just stops talking, and the interlocutor, speechless with awe, can only wonder: “Silence is especially dramatic when brad pitt creates it. ”
As such, an unusually large portion of the interview was given to the most boring topic in the world. That’s right, Pitt describes his dreams. Nothing particularly interesting comes out of this – he had a recurring dream in which he was stabbed – but it’s still enough for the cover of GQ to exclaim: “Brad Pitt is opening his dream world”. Therefore, it is logical that the accompanying photography should be entirely on the topic of dreams. And so came a big magazine that dedicated a few pages to one of the world’s most famous men doing bad cosplay David Lynch.