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How Greg Louganis Inspired Prometheus
From the outtakes of our June 2012 interview with Michael Fassbender:
Greg Louganis dominated the world of competitive diving in the 1980s, winning four Olympic gold medals, but even though he became one of those rare athletes whose fame at the time transcended their specific sport, he is still perhaps an unlikely reference for a thirtysomething actor raised in Ireland. Michael Fassbender can only explain it like this: sometimes when he is reading a script over and over, things just appear in his head. “A bubble comes out,” he says. “A lot of what I do would be intuition. For some reason I got this visual image of Greg Louganis walking toward the end of a high diving block.” Once the notion had entered his mind, it would not leave. “And I’ve learned to recognize those gut instincts and go with them more often than not. Time and experience allows you to recognize that they’re things you should pay attention to.”
It is not as though Fassbender knew a huge amount about Louganis. He remembers as a child seeing Louganis on TV at the Olympics, and that his mother Adele said Louganis was amazing, and Fassbender remembered that Louganis banged his head on the board once or twice. But that’s about it. As we speak, Fassbender even has to Google Louganis’s name on his iPhone to check whether Louganis is alive or dead. But there was something about the way Louganis walked as he took those last few steps before taking a dive that had stuck in the young Fassbender’s head and it was that which had resurfaced as he read the Prometheus script and mused on how one should best convey the movements of someone who is not human but wishes to appear so. “This economy of movement,” he says. “Total efficiency. If you’re going to move your hand, it’s for a reason. I thought it would suit the character of a robot—everything is totally relaxed, until you need to pick something up and move it over here.”
Louganis, incidentally, is very much alive. “I am stunned, I truly am,” he says when told of this surprising turn of events. “I’m like really really flattered stunned, amazed. I think it’s awesome.” He says that it took other people to point out to him that his physical movement as he prepared to dive was so specific. “I did what I did but I wasn’t fully aware of what I was doing,” he says. “It’s meditation in motion. You watch predatory animals, like a game cat, going after its prey, there’s no excess energy expended. It’s that kind of focus. There’s no excess. Everything is going toward what your goal is.” Of course it’s hard not to notice that the athlete who Fassbender has instinctively chosen as an inspiration for his latest character turns out to be someone who talks about his path to the moment of performance in a way that is strikingly similar to how Fassbender describes what he himself does. “You do the training,” says Louganis, “but once you get there you have to let all of that go and trust your body to do what it was trained to do. Because there’s no thought. There’s just doing it.”
GQ July 2012: Kate Upton The Special Yay-America! Issue
Our issue this month is a special tribute to the US-of-A: The 50 Things We Do Better Than Anyone Else. At the top of the list: blonde bombshells. Exhibit A is our latest and greatest star of the genre, Kate Upton. We thought long and hard about who best to put on this particular cover, and then we decided we were overthinking it and went with Kate. Click here for lots more photos. Or you can just stare at this one for a while.
[Photographs by Terry Richardson, duh]
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A slow day at work
I work at a country club and I have the luxurious job of serving fried food to people at the pool. It's ironic because all the rich moms and their kids constantly try to watch their diets. My hours are entirely dependent on the weather. If it's raining and no one is at the pool, I don't have to come into work. However, today is special: the club I work at has it's own swim team and every Tuesday they have swim meets in an outdoor pool. These meets are independent of the weather and these little kids swim their asses off in hail if they have to while their parents cheer from the sidelines. Then after each race the parents come into the buffet area, run and managed by people my age, and consistently tell us how bad or good we're doing at our job and how ridiculous it is that we charge $3 for a piece of garlic bread. All we can do is shrug and tell them "we're sorry, we don't make the rules, but we will accommodate your wishes as best as we can." because you make 6 figures a year and I aspire to be as successful as you one day. In order for our staff to get ready for these meets, we have to make sure plenty of food is stocked for hundreds of people, make sure coffee is hot, pastas are buttered, utensils are on the right side of the buffet table, and the table cloths are whiter and snow. We have to put in requests for all our food and materials to be brought down from the kitchen so we can set it up before our swim meet in one hour from now. No one is here to help us make food, tell us what to do, or even call and check to make sure we're doing our jobs. So I'm writing this now as a way to kill time before I face the wrath of a hundred angry, much wealthier than mine, parents because their little Alexa won't get enough carbs before her race. The faucet next to me has been dripping for the last half hour and there's no way to turn it off. I've heard the same song on the radio 7 times And my coworker is cradling a ketchup bag the size of one of those large flower bags your parents got on their home economics class during their "child care" unit. This is a slow day at work
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