Men of the Year 2023

Kim Kardashian still remembers her father telling her about the time, not long after the OJ Simpson trial, when he went to see a psychic. The trial had been a difficult period for Robert Kardashian, who hadn’t practised law in years. But back in the late ’60s, he and Simpson had become close friends at the University of Southern California, and when, in June of 1994, the former American football star was charged with the double murder of his ex-wife, Nicole Brown Simpson, and her friend, Ronald Goldman, Robert agreed to join his legal defence team, mostly as a liaison between Simpson and his other lawyers. The trial thrust Robert and his family into the public eye for nearly a year, an exhausting level of scrutiny. Then he started receiving death threats. So, one afternoon, he sought out a seer to find out what the fates had in store for his family.Continue reading »

The girls are hyperventilating. It happens spontaneously, as if activated by an aberration in the earth’s magnetic field. A blonde at nine o’clock lowers her sunglasses, cartoon wolf eyes popping out of her head. “Oh, my Goddd,” she exhales, laughing as if she can’t quite believe what she’s staring at. That would be all six feet and five inches of Jacob Elordi, not so much a tall drink of water as the entire office water fountain. Despite – or perhaps because of – his gargantuan shades, “James Dean Death Cult” cap pulled low, and zipped-up khaki Saint Laurent jacket, the young actor is unmissable as we stroll through the West Village of New York’s Manhattan this autumn Saturday afternoon.Continue reading »

“This is a ridiculous place to be standing,” says Andrew Scott, in front of a poster of Andrew Scott, bearing the words ‘ANDREW SCOTT.’ It is October, and we are outside the Duke of York’s theatre in London, where Scott is in the middle of an acclaimed run of the Anton Chekhov adaptation Vanya. Scott himself is a little delirious. You could put it down to the eight times a week that he stands alone on stage here for 100 minutes.Continue reading »

One night this past summer, Phoebe Bridgers climbed down from the stage during a Boygenius show and moved towards the barrier that separates the band from the crowd. She does this regularly on tour, during “Letter to an Old Poet”, a slow, sad song she wrote about a toxic previous relationship. (“You think you’re a good person because you won’t punch me in the stomach,” she sings. No, she won’t say who it’s about.) Viewing it from further back in the audience is like watching a scuba diver submerge. You can just see Bridgers’ blond head disappear into the mess of people, and then she’s gone.Continue reading »

Ncuti Gatwa has never lost a fight in his life. When the actor was a teenager, growing up in the working class suburbs of Edinburgh, he’d spar with other boys from his school. Sometimes, he says, he would start it; sometimes others would. But the result, he claims, was always the same: he would emerge the victor. There is one occasion on which Ncuti Gatwa wound up losing, but by his reckoning it doesn’t really count. Gatwa was older then, around 21 years old, and had segued straight from drama school in Glasgow into the graduate scheme at Dundee Rep, a theatre which has seen the likes of Brian Cox and another actor to play The Doctor, David Tennant, also tread its boards.Continue reading »

Jeremy Allen White is renovating his home. He has lived in the same 1920s cottage-style house in Los Angeles for seven years, and has recently been giving the place an overhaul, he says, “one room at a time.” He’s already done the kitchen, and next year, when he goes back to work, he’s planning on having his own and the guest bathroom redone. “You can always switch things up,” White says. It’s a principle that applies to home decor as seamlessly as to White’s entire existence, which has been basically rebuilt from the studs up over the last 18 months.Continue reading »