Brad Pitt - “V Magazine” Fall 2007

JARED!!!! what happened to my post… OK, here we go again…

So now I am on Coal’s lap, my seat is gone fine and my sista’s are nowhere to help me out. That is just fine, fcuk the roasted almonds!

Sheri, no problem here, hubby trusts Coal and he can see us at the peanut galery…. Coal you know us “short fat black woman” can weigh alot, do you think you’ll be OK???

OK, I saw this at JJBs…soooo cute…
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Credit to JJB fan..
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credit Queenbee (From PITNB)

I was at the Yankee Game in NYC last night, September 4th, against the Seattle Mariners and Brad Pitt, his son Maddox, Spike Lee and his son were all there sitting together in the front row to the right of the Yankee bullpen. Many of the Yankee players came over to talk to them during the game while waiting to be up to bat. At one point Maddox was given a ball that went foul and he and Spike Lee’s son turned and gave it to a little girl who was above them, (QUEENBEE: How’s sweet and nice) which was too cute … They enjoyed a hot dog which Brad helped Maddox eat and later they had some cotton candy. Later, Brad enjoyed a beer out of a bottle while chatting with Spike Lee throughout and being very attentive to Maddox. Maddox and Spike Lee’s son later had some fun playing thumb wars. The Yankees beat the Marlins with a final score of 12-3 and they all left during the 8th inning when we, The Yankees, were way ahead!

BAMPZS fans, I read the Details article and from the quotes Jared posted, who by the way thank you so very much! Why are we dealing with the court jesters? Or is it just sport? Brad has said all he needs to! They are foaming at the mouth, their dreams have died. Oh, sooo your stamping out their last evil little screams! Ok I’m on board! LOL

One recent morning on the Charles Bridge, which spans the Vltava river in Prague, a middle-aged portrait artist with a gray ponytail was sketching the tourists who come here to experience a European destination that’s billed as the City of a Hundred Spires. To advertise his skills, he has displayed a selection of his drawings of celebrities. The portraits are recognizable, but each is oddly off-kilter: A bloated Johnny Depp is pinned next to an intoxicated-looking Cameron Diaz, which is above a J.Lo who appears to need radical intervention from an orthodontist. In the place of honor—positioned next to the artist himself, no less—is a portrait of Angelina Jolie and her partner, Brad Pitt.
The unfortunate sketches are a reminder that for the past few weeks Prague has been home to Pitt and Jolie, whose presence has made this capital—so pretty it could have been concocted by a pâtissier—the red-hot center of the celebrity universe. The couple’s effect on the city is not lost on Pitt, who, playing the role of Mr. Mom while Angelina films the thriller Wanted, faces the same paparazzi assault he would in L.A. as he drops Maddox off at the Élysée school and shepherds his other three kids around. (In case, like Brad Pitt, you’re not a reader of US Weekly, the roll call is: Maddox Chivan, 6; Pax Thien, 3; Zahara Marley, 2; and Shiloh, 1.)

Brad Pitt enters the room at a clip. Like he’d better not stop moving, like there might be something following him.

“Hi, I’m Brad.” The handshake is firm, the forearm wiry. He wears a khaki-colored long-sleeved T-shirt with another, short-sleeved T-shirt over the top, corduroys, and suede ankle boots. There’s a cream-colored felt fedora on his head. During our conversation he will shift the hat to several different places on his crown: Sometimes it will be perched on the back, like he’s a Thompson Twin; other times it will be cocked to the side, P.I.-style; but most of the time it will sit in the middle, hiding his precisely cut hair. He will lift it occasionally and run his hand through a mane that has been dyed the color of a Hershey’s Kiss.

Pitt slings a messenger bag that’s packed with stuff—it could be the bag of an eighth-grade boy who hasn’t cleaned it out for a couple of semesters—on the couch.

“I’m just about to fall over,” he says. He has the humming energy of a guy who has just got to eat. “I’ve got a mad metabolism.”

He scans the menu. “You can go to any country in the world, and you order a club sandwich, and universally it’s always a safe bet. It will not fail you,” he says, hunching over the black binder. He orders spaghetti Bolognese anyway, apologizing for sticking me with the bill despite the fact that, he admits, he has a pocketful of Czech crowns. When the food arrives, after slicing it into small pieces, he devours most of the spaghetti standing up (“I’m a father, I rarely get to sit down and eat”). Occasionally he will sit on the floor, his legs extended under a glass coffee table. Other times he will squat, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Here he is, Brad Pitt, a hungry American eating Italian food in the Czech Republic while plotting to save the world.
There was a rainbow over Prague the evening before we talked. One part of the sky was leaden, the other suggested just a hazy early-summer dusk: Light drizzle fell through the dreamy, golden light, the colors arcing over the citizens of Prague—the medieval Bohemian city that cradled Franz Kafka, Ivan Klíma, Václav Havel, and Antonín Dvořák. After the week, or two weeks, or however long they’re here in Prague (the Pitt-Jolie family schedule is so arcane that even Pitt is unsure of it), the family will decamp somewhere else. (“It’s a secret,” Pitt says when I ask him where. “We’re taking two weeks with the family.”) Such a peripatetic life comes with its fair share of complications. Brad’s security guy, a goateed Brit named Billy, foreshadowed Pitt’s arrival by visiting the venue for our meeting—a windows-sealed-for-your-inconvenience hotel suite—before his arrival, talking about “getting him in here.”
“It’s not going to keep our kids caged in,” Pitt insists, talking about the cameras and the tight security. “The only thing that frightens me today is something happening to my kids, or something happening to Angie, or something happening to Angie and I. That happens when they follow you, right.”

We have not been talking about the paparazzi, but it is clear that this is what he means by “they.”

“It is the defining annoyance of my life,” he says, emitting a deep, frustrated sigh. “I just think how strange it is for my kids. Mad, Z, Pax—they really believe that every time you go outside there is a herd of people with cameras snapping flashes in your face [who] are going to kind of block your way when you’re trying to get somewhere.

“That is their vision of the world outside. Very strange, isn’t it? It’s an everyday thing for them. They don’t really see it as bad or good. Z will point and go, ‘Cameras!’ Pax will point and say, ‘People.’ Maddox is keen to where his parents are coming from. I don’t want them to be tensing up, and I don’t want them to see or feel any kind of threat. But man, when [photographers] cross the line, you know—if it happened to one of your kids, it’s hard not to want to take them down.”

Imagine for a minute that you are Brad Pitt a few years back. After sexing up Geena Davis in Thelma and Louise and sparking America’s most persistent schoolgirl crush, you are married to Jennifer Aniston, one of America’s Sexiest People. You are one of America’s Sexiest People, receiving millions of dollars per movie. What leads you to transform your life in the ways that Pitt has done over the past couple of years? Why be a slave to preschool timetables and disappear on fact-finding missions to Cambodia when you could be sitting poolside at the Beverly Hills Hotel sipping Krug?

Maybe it was an age thing. Pitt may be freshly shaved, his green-gray eyes set deep in a face that is suspiciously dewy for a father of four, but he is 43 years old. He’s no longer a twentysomething heartthrob trading on his boyish good looks.
“I liked it, man,” he says of turning 40. “Maybe I had a crisis earlier or something. Maybe I had it in my thirties. You know, it’s . . .” Long pause. “One thing sucks, your face kind of goes. Your body’s not quite working the same. But you earned it. You earned that, things falling apart.”

Or maybe it wasn’t a midlife crisis. Maybe it was a crisis of conscience?

“I carried the standard cynicism,” Pitt says. “But it was also feeling like, I can’t sit on my couch anymore, I’m going crazy. This thing I’m doing with my life, it’s very nice. . . . But it’s not doing it for me. . . . I’m watching the news and I see what’s going on in the world, and I see, like, Bono, getting in there, rolling up his sleeves and getting dirty. And taking shots for it. But, man, he’s doing something. And I see an old documentary of John Lennon railing about something. At least they’re in the ring. I seem to be in this ring. It’s something that brought Angie and I together certainly—she’s absolute evidence for me of someone facilitating change for the better.”

Now, in his life with Angelina, Pitt is as likely to find himself somewhere like Davos for the annual meeting of the World Economic Forum (“Angie has been there several times and has actually spoken there”) or the Clinton Global Initiative (“Clinton in a room is as impressive as they come. He is truly extraordinary”) or teaming up with co-stars Matt Damon, George Clooney, and Don Cheadle to form Not on Our Watch, a humanitarian group working in Darfur (“What I had was a will to understand. This is the most important thing: generating a will to understand for ourselves that really goes beyond what news we see on television”).

There is an inescapable irony that one who is so blessed, whose life has been such a procession of gilt-edged ascendancy and Centurion Card privilege, should be talking about social justice. The establishment of the Hollywood star system doesn’t exactly rank alongside Nelson Mandela’s release from prison in 1990 as a glittering day for parity. Pitt is self-aware enough to know that there are those who see his interest in worthy causes such as third-world poverty as self-consciously pious.

“Oh, I don’t give a **** about that,” he says briskly. “People have been saying crap about me for 15 years.”

In July 2006 Pitt visited New Orleans with the international environmental group Global Green, which has established an ongoing initiative to rebuild the city. He dedicated himself to what his philanthropic adviser, Trevor Neilsen—who was part of the Clinton administration before working for Bill Gates and Bill Clinton and has been consulting for Angelina for some time—describes as “part social-justice project and part climate-change project.”

“The people of New Orleans have been failed on the federal level, and the state level, and the local level,” Pitt says with a tinge of frustration.
Working with Global Green, Pitt sponsored and chaired a competition to design sustainable, energy-efficient, and carbon-neutral homes for the Lower Ninth Ward. The group is hoping to break ground later this year. And there are many other concerns both national and international in which the Pitt-Jolies have immersed themselves. According to The Giving Back 30 (a list of the largest public charitable donations by celebrities), the couple gave away $2,415,000 in 2006. Of course, they’re making more money as quickly as they give it away.

This fall sees the release of The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford. Aside from having one of the best titles in some time, the movie features powerful performances from Pitt as James, Casey Affleck as Robert Ford, and Sam Rockwell as Ford’s brother. Set in the last year of James’ life, it tells the story of how Ford’s infatuation with th

272 sharon : 09/05/2007 at 6:28 pm
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Your welcome!

guli I saw you joined the sista hood! I cracked up!! Love the ones who come on think they “KNOW SOO MUCH!”

Coal work, I’m about to slap somebody! Booked a massage so I don’t. Don’t think it would be a highlight on my review! Maybe I’m wrong..but I doubt it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J9c7KtK2f2U

see..Angie is Brad´s world….

and brad is sooooooooo hot!!! the sexiest man alive…….

Hey malibumom! Hope you’re enjoying the sho…er, I mean thread :D

Sheri - save the slapping for the trolls :lol: :lol: Nobody’s dragging them in here by the scruff of their neck and chaining them to the thread! :lol: Enjoy your massage! You deserve it!

278 Right on
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you idiot,it is paps chase them everywhere 24/7, why? because they are Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, the most beautiful and sexiest and most famous and most interesting couple in the whole damn world. They together generate this kind of super frenzy like nobody can match. Their family is voted the most beautiful family, their bio child Shiloh is called the most beautiful child. People are interesting and facinating about them, their family, their life together. That’s why paps follow them everywhere because paps know any mag with these two on cover sell big than anybody. JD is a good actor, but he is boring. who cares JD’s gal or his children, they are not famous and not interesting. they don’t make money for tabs. Matt is also good actor, but who cares about his wife or his children, they don’t sell for tabs. you got it, use your brain if you have one.

How the heck do we get that interview without the italian over top? There has got to be way! Either that or we need a lip reader to make a transcription STAT!

Love that pic Guli - that is hilarious how freakin’ happy that guy is to be shaking the hand of Brad mf Pitt :D

mjc - take it easy on Sam - all he has are his numbers… :-(

When I was studying Child Psychology in Uni they talked about how kids go through their oedipal stage, oral stage, etc. but they sure as heck missed the one where the kid gets fixated on The Count from Sesame Street and never grows out of it! :lol: He’d make an interesting case study…

AG - you could always just ask O2 to sit on your lap :lol: :lol: It’s workin’ for me! :D

Domestic: $34,302,837 25.3%
Foreign: $101,027,166 74.7%
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Worldwide: $135,330,003

Americans hate him.

METHINKS ALL THIS GLOATING FROM THE SUPPOSED FANS IS BAD KARMA
I AM A HUGE DYED IN THE WOOL FAN AND I DONT LIKE IT–IT AINT COOL.

Few times do I desire to speak my mind here, it seems that it is such a waste of time to be around people WHO MUST BE CRITICAL AND DESTRUCTIVE WITHOUT RESORTING TO INSULTS.

It is just amazing to witness how some people can distort/twist/poisen anything that has to do with Brad and Angie. This is their life, their family, their thinking, their way of doing things and experiencing the world– just live it alone! BITING, DESTRUCTIVE CRITICISM IS EXTREMELY BAD.

“LET THE REFINING AND IMPROVING OF YOUR OWN LIFE KEEP YOU SO BUSY THAT YOU HAVE LITTLE TIME TO CRITICIZE OTHERS.”

SINBAD: LEGEND OF THE SEVEN SEAS
Domestic: $26,483,452 35.8%
Foreign: $47,509,072 64.2%
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Worldwide: $73,992,524

rofl far from nemo