They say Brad Pitt once referred to himself as « the void that fills the void. » A dig at his fans’ neediness or his own hollowness? Or a recognition that the empty spaces between fan and celebrity, watcher and projected image, are filled with both longing and its satisfaction? I got to know the grand dames of Hollywood through the television set in my family’s living room, but the decades between us were distance enough for me to dream in.
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