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The coolest WAG - Laura Wontorra

Laura Wontorra is the wife of Köln-player Simon Zoller. But apart from being a WAG, Laura is also a very succesful sports journalist and commentator. She is the daughter of German sports commentator and journalist Jörg Wontorra, who introduced her to the world of football. In March 2017 she went from Sport1 to RTL, where she’ll comment the DFB matches, amongst other things. About being a WAG Wontorra said in an interview “I don’t identify with that title because I have my own career and my own life and I had all of that before I met my husband!”, only being able to watch a match of her husband’s club every other week when they have a home match, because she’s busy with work most of the time. Laura, like her father, is a big supporter of SV Werder Bremen.

MZS: You’re the first actor I’ve met who finds his character by making sketches.

TH: One has to have a silhouette, you know? Say I’m playing Elton John. You know what he looks like. Playing Al Capone. You know what he looks like. But what about characters we’re making up from scratch, who you don’t know what they look like? You have to create a memorable
silhouette for them, too.
When I was at school I was told, “Tom, when you play the prince or the king, I want to fucking see a king walk onstage before you even open your mouth. What does that look like?” Do you do it literally, with a costume, or through physicality? How do you immediately see the king? Crown? Robes? I have to find an identifier, a silhouette which immediately radiates something for me. Remember, you won’t necessarily know by their clothes that they’re the king. You can walk on in a disheveled homeless man’s outfit, but there’s something about them that radiates a nobility, something that makes you go, “This person’s a king.”

@nymag | January 9-22 2017

Photo: Ryan Pfluger for New York Magazine
Interview: Matt Zoller Seitz
Styling: Nicole Schneider @nschneiderstyle ~

Van egy pókom, a Zoli.

A konyhaablakban lakik, és mikor mindenki mást kipicsáztam a lakásból, akkor neki megkegyelmeztem.

A sarokban ugyanis megláttam a levedlett pókáncúgokat, növekvő méretekben egymás felett, mint valami kis gardróbszobában, ott lógtak az üres, kinőtt pókpufajkák, én meg:
Ahhj Zolibazdmeg, olyan cuki vagy öcsém! Hát micsinálsz te? Cseperedsz? Vagyogatsz? Pókoskodol?
-Ighenh!

Így történt, hogy csak az előszobáját bontottam le, a Zoltán meg kicsit fölkúródva kimászott a konyhafalra megnézni, hogy mi a fasz van, de aztán igazi egyetértésben nyomtuk a Zolus meg én. Én meg a Zoller. Ember és pók. A pók meg az ember.

Csakhogy szopoládé van kispajtások!
A Zoli lány! Lány, és beszült. Beszült vagy hatot.
Ez nem pálya Zoli! Ez tőled szemétség. Én se szülök neked ide. De ha szülnék se hatot.
Úgyhogy ma fogom az egész bandát a faszra, és sorsára hagyom a gangon.


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