i am kay. i love things. i love language and the mountain goats and football players and the noble em dash and doric columns and ripe avocados and the history of type face. the writing of pithy descriptions is not an area in which i excel.
Since we’re both single and roughly the same age, it was hard for me not to treat our interview as a sort of date. Surprisingly, Chris did the same, asking all about me, my family, my job, my most recent relationship. And from ten minutes into that first interview, when he reached across the table to punctuate a joke by putting his hand on top of mine, Chris kept up frequent hand holding and lower-back touching, palm kissing and knee squeezing. He’s an attractive movie star, no complaints. I also didn’t know how much I was supposed to respond; when I did, it sometimes felt a little like hitting on the bartender or misconstruing the bartender’s professional fliirting for something more. I wanted to think it was genuine, or that part of it was, because I liked him right away.
Is this the part of a celebrity profile where I go into how blue the star’s eyes are? Because they are very blue.
(It was around then that we were spotted by the gossip reporter that I didn’t know was a gossip reporter, or else I wouldn’t have explained to him on the way back from the bathroom that Chris was “soo flirty” and that I had “the biggest crush on him.” Haha. Oops!)
Edith Zimmerman on Chris Evans in his new GQ profile.
This interview is blowing up today, I am definitely not mad at that. (via onthechanggang)
CHRIS EVANS FEVER MAKES ME WANT TO READ THIS CLASSIC AND ICONIC ARTICLE BY EDITH ZIMMERMAN FROM 2K11 - A TRUE GENIUS AND HERO. DO URSELF A FAVOR AND KNOW IT BY HEART. (via rubdown)
I could re-read this article literally every day.
“Harry,” Hermione called out breathlessly, scurrying to catch up with him, only no one could ever catch up with him, for he walked alone, “I got you a Christmas present. Happy — Happy Christmas, Harry.”
It was a sweater she had knitted herself with the answer to every exam they’d be taking for the rest of the year magically and invisibly sewn into the fabric. Harry tossed it in his book bag.
“I got you a present too,” Harry said. Hermione’s smile widened.
“My present is the truth,” he said. “You don’t look very good in green. I don’t know why you’re always wearing it.”