So you won’t actually see JT for a good six minutes or so into the clip (before that it’s people old and young dancing around or something), but when you do it’s pure 20/20 Timberlake, dressed in one slick black Tom Ford topcoat and turtleneck and sporting some hardware wingtips courtesy of Christian Louboutin. Then some Cirque du Soleil-type ladies come out and we get a bit lost again. The takeaway: Timberlake is still killing it in the style department, perfectly sculpted hair included.
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If you’re one of the holdouts to HBO’s Game of Thrones because shadow babies and snow zombies strike you as fantasy, Nikolaj Coster-Waldau, who plays the rakish Jaime Lannister, won’t hold it against you. Although the books have sold more than 20 million copies and spawned moblike forums berating author George R.R. Martin for not yet having completed the series (“Pull your fucking typewriter out of your ass and start fucking typing”), the 42-year-old Dane admits to having reservations about the genre. “It’s probably my own lack of education,” he says carefully, “but you know, it’s always good guy against bad guy, and there are those really tacky book covers.” What eventually sold him on the show, though, is its all-too-human characters with their flesh-and-blood ambitions and flaws.
In real life, Coster-Waldau has kept a low profile, though that might change this year after he appears in Tom Cruise’s postapocalyptic Oblivion and in the horror movie Mama. The latter is another genre about which he’s squeamish: “I had to watch it with the sound turned way down. I’m such a wimp.” One can imagine certain other names GoT fanboys might call him for that.
This is how you should dress for the office in 2013: in a crisp, sharp-shouldered suit that shows your co-workers and clients that you’re focused, smartly put together, even downright bullish about the future. Just follow the lead of breakout actor Nicholas Hoult.
From Moonlighting to Moonrise Kingdom, Bruce Willis has made a career of confounding audiences. Here’s a guy who can shoot ‘em up with the best of the Arnolds and the Slys—yippee-ki-yayyyy!—and then twee it up, all sensitive and vulnerable, for Wes Anderson. The result? One of the weirdest bodies of work (in a good way) of any A-list actor in Hollywood. Michael Hainey sits down with Willis in London and finds a man who’s old enough to have some thoughts on where he’s been—and young enough to care a lot more about where he’s going.