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Yesterday’s picture with Woodstock reminded me of this tremendous photograph by Alasdair McLellan for Vogue UK (June 2012). One of the most beautiful portraits ever. Plus these words from a reporter in Cannes:

He was wearing a green t-shirt and jeans that hang off good narrow hips. At one point he walked past me down the hall and I smelled fresh laundry. When I walked into our interview space he was muttering to himself, five minutes, five minutes, five minutes. When he looked up I promised I wouldn’t torture him. He was like, oh no love, I just talk too much and they’re saying we’re running long. Gotta keep my answers shorter. Five minutes, five minutes…

We ended up going seven. 

You get him on something and he’ll just…talk. In my case it was about how he interpreted his character like an “old lesbian”, playing house on set where he and Jessica became like the parents of the bigger family, and the dog they adopted together. He’s called Woodstock. Tom got custody and he lives with him in London. And then he went on about how Woodstock is home probably tearing sh-t apart. And he couldn’t stop himself then, laughing about his goofy, messy dog. 

Come on. At this point I feel like it was out of my hands. 

Here’s Tom with Woodstock in a shoot for Vogue a few months ago. 

I mean…

I can’t…

I can’t even…

How can you???  (x)