So Ryan Gosling’s on the cover of the September issue of Esquire and it’s making us feel a little … funny. And not really in a good way.
“The actor, fascinated by ghostly apparitions as a boy, told Esquire’s photographer, Perou, of his recent dreams. These pictures are their interpretation.”
“I think I was always bound to become two selves, if I wasn’t already. Now there’s this me, this public me, and I know that I have become two people. This is what I told the photographer before he took those photographs. Even my own name sounds like just someone I know.”
“It’s like being in a dream. You don’t know anybody, but everybody knows you, everybody reacts to you. You can be walking along in a dream, through a pretty normal world, and then bam, everything seems to be a response to your presence. Everything seems to be driven by you. And that’s notable at first, and you deal with it. And then – and it happens every time – you become aware it’s a dream. Right about then, when you think you have it figured, and that acknowledging that will make it easier, it inevitably becomes a nightmare.”
“I went through puberty in a theme park. I’m grateful. That place was a landscape to me. I had adventures every day….Backstage at Disney World, there are stories. Mickey Mouse with his head off, drinking coffee on break. Pirates on the phone. Ghosts in line for food. It just made me see things.”
He seems like a thoughtful, sensitive, interesting guy.
Okay, enough of that. Let’s see him in a tight shirt.
Dude, what the fuck?!? This is so not hot! Leave that shit for your therapist and go put on a pair of skinny pants and a polo shirt, pronto!
[Photo Credit: esquire.com]