May 2011
Confessions of a Hollywood Stuntman
This is a short little part of an article from Maxim (and republished on Gizmodo) about Harrison Ford’s stunt man… i love these kinds of stories. Check out the rest of the article HEREEE
“Working with Harrison again was wonderful. On the last night of shooting I went over to a local pub to buy the wire riggers a drink, because they’d done such a great job, and suddenly in walked Harrison. He always loved meeting the carpenters and the riggers and was keen to have a drink with the lads. Later on, we both went outside for a breath of fresh air and standing by the back of my car he said, ‘You stunt guys are lucky, all the girls fancy you.’ I said, ‘You are joking, aren’t you? You’re bloody Harrison Ford!’ He said, ‘No, nobody ever knows who I am.’ I said, ‘What a load of nonsense, you’re recognized in a heartbeat.’ He said, ‘I’m not you know. Watch this.’ And with that he shouted over at these two young ladies walking into the pub. Both of them stopped and looked, and Harrison pointed to himself and said, ‘Indiana Jones, Han Solo, Harrison Ford.’ And they went, ‘Yeah, right,’ and just turned around and carried on walking. ‘See, I told you,’ he said, ‘they don’t know me, nobody recognizes me.’ Anyway, we closed the pub down that night and ended up having a great booze-up.”
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You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles white. I don’t need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, the nails leaving unfelt wounds, your hot breath on my neck. The taste of your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us.
Everything we do is secret. Nothing we do will ever be understood; we will be feared and kept well away from. It will be the stuff of legend, endless discussion and limitless inspiration for the brave of heart. It’s you and me in this room, on this floor. Beyond life, beyond morality. We are gleaming animals painted in moonlit sweat glow. Our eyes turn to jewels and everything we do is an example of spontaneous perfection.
I have been waiting all my life to be with you. My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch. The time I annihilated while I waited like a man doing a life sentence. Now you’re here and everything we touch explodes, bursts into bloom or burns to ash. History atomizes and negates itself with our every shared breath. I need you like life needs life. I want you bad like a natural disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want to know
” —Henry Rollins (via dailystendhalnitesaudade)
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What an insane year.
I graduated almost a year ago. Nuts.
I feel as if I have grown so much. Not that I will ever stop growing but you understand. I needed it, more than most.
Well, here I am.
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