Orange?” He seems unconvinced. “Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset,” I say. “At least, that’s what you told me once.” “Oh.” He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset, then nods his head. “Thank you.” But more words tumble out. “You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.” Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry. (ic: x x x x)
Before I started to promote films, I didn’t really have sophisticated style. I was always that guy who would pick up on the simple trends of the time. But now, it’s luckily all taken care of. The studio coordinates these fittings for me and they are responsible for creating this image. I give a lot of credit to all those guys - ‘cause I don’t know what the hell I would do otherwise.
In England, when we’re at drama school, we spend a lot of time learning the craft from playwrights and stage actors, who are very well trained in the basics of acting because they need to get it right the first time - you can’t have second or third takes when you’re in front of a live audience, unlike in film.
i feel like this dress is sending a message but I’m not sure what it is