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Jeff Sharlet’s stunning Instagram stories are breaking new ground for journalism

Jeff Sharlet felt suspicious when he joined Instagram last August. He saw it as a dumping ground for the trivial and the superfluous — cat photos, food porn, selfies; the things important only to an amateur photographer and his or her inner circle.

“I was really dismissive of this stuff,” Sharlet, a magazine journalist and author, told Mic by phone from his home in Vermont. “I signed on, actually, just for family things and kid pictures.” But after a time, he began to recognize that Instagram wasn’t just a platform for pointless personal junk — it was also a brilliant storytelling tool. Read more of his incredible profiles.

I’ve been quite busy and it’s been a while since I sketched for myself, so now that I have a little time to breathe I indulged in a bunch on profiles. They’re the easiest and most enjoyable to draw for me, to the point that something like this makes me feel a bit guilty. But just this once.

A lot of new followers recently - welcome everyone! Here’s what you need to know:

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Celebrating HuffPost’s First 10 Years by Looking to the Next 10

The Empire State Building was lit white and green last night to celebrate HuffPost’s 10th birthday. Now, we’re looking at the Next 10, highlighting the leaders and issues we think will define the next decade. 

Below, check out our deeply reported profiles on influential figures we think will shape the decade ahead:

How Becky Bond Is Using A Mobile Company To Empower Progressive Activists

Adam Schiff Believes Washington Is Finally Ready To Reform America’s Spy Programs

Vanita Gupta Is Setting The Tone For Obama’s Civil Rights Division

Meet The Woman Helping Native American Communities Get Ready For Climate Change

Rashad Robinson Is Leading The Social Justice Movement Into The 21st Century

How Jessica Rosenworcel Is Shaping Our Digital Future

Zephyr Teachout Puts America’s Corporate Elites On Notice

Meet The Fist-Shaking Socialist Behind America’s Highest Minimum Wage

And check out more of our 10th anniversary content here.

(photo by Paige Lavender)

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Esquire magazine profiles the danger that lurks behind Tom Hardy’s eyes.

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Tom Hardy Unleashes His Inner Beast in Mad Max: Fury Road

The danger of Tom Hardy has always been there, lurking in plain sight

Tom Hardy’s eyes aren’t windows to his characters’ souls so much as they are bars behind which something restless prowls, waiting to find its way out.

You can easily see it in Mad Max: Fury Road, in theaters today, when early in the movie Hardy’s Max Rockatansky is tied to the front of a speeding car like a pirate ship’s figurehead. An iron mask obscures most of his face. But not his eyes. There you don’t see fear—the emotion you’d expect from someone bound and being driven body-first through vehicular warfare. You see something burning hotter than the collective heat of the exploding cars around him, and roaring louder than the diesel engines powering them. And the question that takes hold of you, like a claw wedged in your skull, is “What happens when that volatile thing inside his eyes gets out?”

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Tom Hardy, Your New Mad Max, Is Only Frightened of Getting Famous

On the deck of a photo studio in Hollywood, Tom Hardy is sitting in the sun, explaining the rules of his favorite game. “Not in the Face is something that me and the lads play on set when we get bored,” he tells me. “We fuck off and play Not in the Face.”

Come again?

“It’s where you shoot each other, but not in the face, obviously,” says Hardy, rifling through a packet of Sour Patch Kids. “If you get a scar on the face, then the makeup department has to deal with it.”

One might wonder, given the provocative title of this time-wasting game, what exactly the participants are using as ammunition. “Whatever you want, mate,” Hardy says. “Ideally, nothing that’s gonna kill you or put you in the hospital.” He fixes me with a knowing grin. “You know what the rules are now, yeah?”

It sounds like there’s really only one rule, I reply.

Hardy nods, crossing his tattooed arms: “One rule. Not in the face.”

Most actors would consider the face to be their moneymaker and protect it accordingly; perversely, Hardy has made the most money when that handsome mug was covered up. As the masked villain Bane in Christopher Nolan’s The Dark Knight Rises, Hardy commanded the screen in a billion-dollar grosser but became not a lick more recognizable because of it, while follow-ups like Locke and Lawless won him good reviews but made hardly a dent in the box office. “No one recognizes me for shit,” laughs the 37-year-old Brit. “I can’t get a free Coca-Cola in this city! Which is a good thing — I don’t deserve a free Coke, I’m just an actor. But maybe things will change.”

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