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作者: yuying1085 时间: 2005-10-19 12:36
标题: [重新上傳圖片]2005年11月GQ（US）杂志
[重新上傳]圖片攝影師是Mario Testino

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在单位不能贴图~

里面有黑手党的造型噢~~~

我很喜欢这组照片的感觉,和平时的开花不太象,发型很精致~

冰音MM这就是你的朋友想找的照片吧~

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作者: vic 时间: 2005-10-19 13:10
哇哈哈.....終於等到 GQ 雜誌了[em06][em06][em06].....但.....為何米見到趟著那張，偶最最喜歡那張了。........

作者: 浊酒 时间: 2005-10-19 18:26
俺来贴

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作者: ling66 时间: 2005-10-19 18:38
这样的开花^-好酷哦^^^^^^^喜欢哦~[em06][em11]

作者: 月月 时间: 2005-10-19 18:46
看来看去，仍然最稀饭"黑社会老大照"~~这种风格的衣服虽不能说最适合开花,但偶尔改改味道,看着也新鲜有趣-----最主要是某开穿衣实在太随便鸟,好装扮坏装扮，至少也得鼓捣鼓捣~~~

作者: 月月 时间: 2005-10-19 18:51
这是本期GQ采访开花的文章,贴过来,英文好滴铜子（特别素某冰|||)帮忙看看能8能挖出点嘛[em01]因文章过长偶分两段发。

Orlando Bloom sits chewing banana and peanut butter on toast, having his morning tea on what could be the patio of a modest little house anywhere in the world—watching his coal black mutt ramble around on the grass, chew twigs, and relieve himself. But little things everywhere hint that this is a partly ﬁctional realm. Bloom is swathed in one of the long scarves he favors, covered in trinkets, and wearing combat-weight black boots, but because he has become so extraordinarily well-known for playing epic roles, the overall effect is of a man who is not quite modern but in modern dress. And this is no man’s house but a lavish bungalow at the Chateau Marmont in Hollywood. It’s not even one of the A-list bungalows down on the main level, where John Belushi breathed his last. This one is far more grand—seemingly ﬂoating above the hotel, insulated from the world by heavy gray wooden doors. It even has a private exit so that Bloom can come and go without fear of paparazzi.

The moment he speaks—despite outward appearances—it’s clear that the only thing that isn’t tinged with unreality is Bloom himself, who comes across as impossibly levelheaded. He is ﬁnishing his ﬁrst role as a contemporary American man, a character in the ﬁctional real world, in Cameron Crowe’s new romantic comedy, Elizabethtown. “Being a Brit, I’ve spent most of my time here either in New York or L.A.,” Bloom says, unselfconsciously smacking peanut butter as he speaks. “But during the Elizabethtown shoot, we were staying in the Brown Hotel, a classic, old-school place in Louisville. Going to Kentucky was a whole different side of America I never knew about. It was America. The hats, the suits—they’re not letting go of their traditions. Which is great. I love traditions. I mean, cultural ones.”

In contrast to his sensible demeanor, Bloom is abnormally good-looking. And it’s often hard to bear in mind how young he is—how much work and fame he has gathered up in a scant four years. He is routinely on all the lists: People’s Most Beautiful, the Internet’s Most Downloaded, you name it. But some fairly grim experience has made him play against type in real life. Laconically staring out over the fronds and high hibiscus of the Chateau and eating unripe blueberries, he doesn’t hint at being aware of his Old Hollywood appeal—and he certainly doesn’t come off as ethereal.

There’s nothing otherworldly about the inside of the house, either. It’s a mess, scattered with health food, research, and mementos, much of which is still in boxes, since Bloom has been living here a month during one of his downtimes with Kate Bosworth. In the bedroom is residue from old work: There’s a DVD about the Crusades, ancient homework for Ridley Scott’s Kingdom of Heaven. Bloom grins and admits that while it’s ideal to read entire books, DVDs have the appeal of being condensed and visual. “Knowledge is power,” he says—“but having too much can actually get in the way. You simply want to know what world you’re in, and immerse yourself.” He’s taken time to hang a Cool Hand Luke poster, since he reveres Paul Newman. The kitchen is an aftermath of some kind of organic-food explosion. Everywhere you turn, there are protein shakes, containers of carrot and mango juice, oranges, tomatoes, and Lord-knows-what made out of tofu.

“I haven’t gone back to being vegetarian,” Bloom says, surveying the chaos. “I’ve gone back to the process of seeing what foods give me energy. When you’re working and you’re required to switch it on, you need to know what fuels you.”
Even Sidi, the wild black dog, has a prized possession or two in the wilderness of boxes and CDs and photos. Cameron Crowe has awarded the pup with a small framed Elizabethtown poster and signed it, “Try to eat smaller portions.”

Walking out the door, one sees the least artful object in the house: a sign, in ﬁerce block lettering, that reads DO NOT LET THE DOG INSIDE! Sidi is explicitly banished from the house, given his taste for apocalypse. “When I’m not here, he really tears up the place,” Bloom says, as the lone crease in his forehead deepens slightly. “He can be pretty devastating.”

It was the same during the Elizabethtown shoots. Kirsten Dunst marveled at what a tearaway that dog could be, and says Orlando’s trailer had to be “Sidi-proofed.”

“They had to put a sheet of plastic on the ﬂoor!” she says, laughing. “That dog just doesn’t care. And Orlando’s way of unstressing between takes is to jump around like a 5-year-old or ride on a pint-size scooter, whereas I’m more self-critical. He was always playing with Sidi between takes, and Sidi is still in many ways a street dog.” Then again, in many ways, so is Orlando.

Elizabethtown is vintage Cameron Crowe: dead center in the crosshatch between comedy and drama. It opens with Bloom’s character experiencing a professional failure—more accurately, as his character narrates, a ﬁasco—of staggering proportions. A shoe he has designed for an Oregon-based company (clearly modeled after Nike) is such a disaster that it’s being recalled, losing the company $972 million, all of it Bloom’s fault. To magnify Bloom’s self-loathing, the head of the company (played to the hilt by Alec Baldwin) leads him on a daunting walk through the corporate complex, explaining the sheer magnitude of this disaster. At one point, the two gaze onto a vast, NASA-scale ecological laboratory; Baldwin’s character pauses and ruefully observes, “We could have saved the planet.” At another point, laughing out his grief, Baldwin remarks that he has read that Bloom’s shoe “may actually cause an entire generation to return to bare feet.”

Bloom’s character responds by creating an elaborate suicide machine and is on the brink of using it when he learns that his father has died: He must travel to Kentucky to retrieve the body. So begins a chain of events that, as is so often untrue in Hollywood movies, is impossible to predict. Crowe doesn’t deal in cinematic formulas. The ﬁlm is strangely both intimate and sprawling, hitting a lot of giant themes— fathers and sons, life and death, hope and regret—through small, subtle encounters.

It’s striking how easily Bloom ﬁts into regular clothing and the twenty-ﬁrst century after having spent most of his career in chain mail, on horseback, or shouting things like “The Ring must be destroyed!” No ﬁlm actor in memory has been so furiously attached to the epic and fantasy genres as Orlando Bloom. After making his debut as a rent boy in a 1997 ﬁlm about Oscar Wilde, he spent three years at the Guildhall School of Music & Drama—then, right out of the gate, landed the Legolas role in the Lord of the Rings trilogy. Since then, he has rarely been seen without a sword or an arrow in reach: in Ridley Scott’s Kingdom of Heaven; in Wolfgang Petersen’s Troy; in the gritty Australian legend Ned Kelly; and, of course, in the still blossoming Pirates of the Caribbean trilogy. (If he were a few years older, he’d have been in Braveheart. That’s a guarantee.) The only exception was a very small role in Black Hawk Down, in which his character breaks his back—but Bloom was cast partly because in real life he actually has broken his back.
Liam Neeson, who starred as Bloom’s father in the somewhat controversial Kingdom, is well attuned to the notion that an epic quality is not a card that every ﬁlm actor has in his deck. “Some actors suit period costumes,” Neeson says, “and others don’t. I always think of Errol Flynn. He looked uncomfortable in a suit—but put him in a ridiculous pair of tights, and he looked to the manor born! John Wayne playing Genghis Khan was quite the other thing. Clint Eastwood in a kilt would look ludicrous. I don’t know what it is. Orlando simply looks the part.”

From their experience in Kingdom, Neeson and Bloom know that this particular talent can double as a curse, for Ridley Scott is an especially meticulous director. “Even our underwear was period,” Neeson recalls, laughing. “It was the full bollocks, you know?”

And the epic quality is sufficiently rare that, once you’ve proved yourself in the genre, you are sought out again and again—another impulse well understood (and, for that matter, experienced) by Liam Neeson. “If I were Jack Warner, I’d get a team of writers, get ’em writing period pieces, and sign him,” Neeson says. “Orlando is like a classic ’40s movie star.”

None of this is to say that Neeson conﬁnes himself to speaking of Bloom’s costumes; he seems a little amazed by how sharply focused the man is, especially for a young actor. “When I was that age—Jesus!—it was the Dark Ages of my emotional growth,” Neeson says. “I knew ****-all about anythin’! Orlando is with it, but not in a hip way. He knows what it takes to make a ﬁlm, so he treats every department equally: the key grip, the gaffer, everyone. He’s right to. Without them, we’re nothing.”

The fact that Orlando Bloom is unusually grounded for a man of 28, sadly, has a lot to do with the actual ground. His career (and inextricably linked with that, his ability to take the long view) was entirely transformed by a potentially fatal fall he took in 1998. Late one night, messing around, he leapt onto a drainpipe while trying to get onto a roof terrace; the pipe gave way, and Bloom fell three stories, shattering his vertebrae. “Until then, I didn’t have a healthy appreciation for life and death—that we’re not invincible,” he says. “And for four days, I faced the idea of living in a wheelchair for the rest of my life. I went to some dark places in my mind. I realized, I’m either going to walk again or I’m not.
“The doctor said he wasn’t sure how severe the spinal-cord damage was,” he says, as an oddly unattractive look of distaste, even horror, crosses his features. “I remember him telling me that, and staring at the ceiling, thinking, I never stared at ceilings before! And I wonder if I’m going to be looking at ceilings for the rest of my life.

“But there’s something interesting,” he adds very quickly. “I knew I wouldn’t. I knew I wouldn’t, I knew…” He repeats the sentence ﬁve times—quick like a stammer, as though he’s still trying to convince himself against hope that this will not be his fate.

The upshot of the accident was nothing short of miraculous. He was in the hospital only a few weeks and walked out on his own power. And the minute he escaped, still constrained by a back brace, he reverted to testing the limits of body and soul. When the time came to remove the titanium pins from his spine, to the doctors’ alarm, they were all fractured. They came out in shards. One of the pins had been driven too deep to remove, by dint of Orlando’s physical overexertion. “I’d been doing stuff right away,” he recalls, shaking his head. “I went straight back into it, man.”

The calming of Orlando Bloom, in the paradoxical underage dotage he now conveys, wasn’t instantaneous. “When I came out of the hospital, I started partying straight away—with the back brace on. It took me a couple of months to realize this was my life, and I didn’t want to mess it up.

“But that accident has informed everything in my life,” he says. “Until you’re close to losing it, you don’t realize. I used to ride motorbikes and drive cars like everything was a racetrack; it was ridiculous. It wasn’t because I thought it was cool; it was just because I loved living on the edge. But I’ve chilled.”

Cameron Crowe, too, sees all of this as key to Bloom’s swift maturation as an actor. “That broken back—that’s his Rosebud,” Crowe says. “It’s the key to him. He’s got pain going on in there. That’s why his silent mode is so interesting. Where other actors feel they have to constantly do something, Orlando doesn’t. Which is great. He’s a real guy with real stuff. Under that puppy-dog energy, there’s darkness.”

Perhaps it was Bloom’s upbringing that made him capable of eventually slowing off of the racetrack. Growing up in Canterbury, and beyond that, the county Kent, exposes you to one of the world’s cradles of sanity—a meadowed realm of constancy—even though some of its denizens look wild when viewed from afar.
“My generation in England was exposed to a huge antidrug campaign,” Bloom recalls. “I was one of the kids in school saying, ‘That ****’s not good.’ I’ve still gotten kicks; don’t get me wrong.”

作者: 月月 时间: 2005-10-19 18:52
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At this point in the conversation, without a single word of transition, Bloom moves from the romance of drugs to the intoxication of women. “I remember asking my biology teacher, ‘How is HIV and AIDS gonna come to an end?’ ” he says, still popping the sour blueberries. “And the guy said, ‘When people stop having sex.’ I replied, ‘Dude, that’s harsh. That ain’t gonna happen anytime soon.’ I had plenty of vices growing up. But when you’re 21, you wake up and realize that your body is not something you want to **** with.”

To this end, Bloom has even surrendered caffeine—which, for many Englishmen, would be as bitter a defeat as Gallipoli or Yorktown. “I was doing night shoots for Elizabethtown,” he says, “and drinking green tea, which has caffeine. Not an awful lot. Just enough to get me through the shoot. By the end of the night, my back was killing me. It dehydrates your spine. And my back—that’s still my alarm. That’s my canary in the mine shaft.”

Bloom talks endlessly about how lucky he is; after seven years, the worst of his many reckless accidents hasn’t faded from memory. “When you experience the sort of physical pain I went through, you realize you’re not a god,” he says—“that there are limits to what you can do. It keeps you real. I mean, I can walk. I can enjoy a swim in the ocean and a beautiful day. And I was very close to not having that.

“I’m trying now to maintain a sense of balance. I was very extreme in my youth—everything in extremes, man! I’m at a very interesting time right now: a lot of change, growth…a lot of pennies dropping. I’ve a lot to be grateful for.”

This is all odd talk from an actor who, since that accident and many others, has buckled so much swash in the movies. (To say nothing of the fact that, for The Lord of the Rings, he spent vast amounts of time in New Zealand, the adrenaline-sport capital of the world, resisting most of those temptations.) Yet when it comes to doing stunts, he doesn’t hesitate. “I have one of those doctors who tell me, ‘Go for it, man!’ ” he says. “Does he encourage me? No. But I’ve tried to put myself in a physical condition where I’m able to do that stuff.”

“And, of course, for sex,” I toss out, just to lighten things up.
“Yeah, all those mercy lays I got,” he says, mock-wistfully. “Because I was the kid with the broken back!”

“Oh—you need mercy ****s,” I repeat, nearly spitting up my tea. “That’s the funniest thing I’ve heard in my life. You probably had to beg for it.”

Bloom won’t let go of the joke: “I was the kid with the broken back!”

By all evidence, Orlando Bloom has chilled. But the adrenaline chip in his brain is still switched on. He seems to have transferred its capacity from bone-breaking feats to potentially soul-crushing risks on a more emotional plane. “I like to feel alive, man,” he says. “Part of it is danger, part of it is love. Although I’m trying not to have those two realms cross too much. I’ve had a few dangerous women. My cousin once told me, ‘You’re tall, you’re handsome—and you’re gonna have to apologize for it the rest of your life.’ He imparted that information to me.”

“So…you’re still looking for mercy ****s.”

“That’s right!” he says, clinging to modesty with both hands. “I still am. Exactly!”

If, as he claims, Bloom is a bit accident-prone, he is among the most graceful clods ever born. He moves slowly but always seems to be out ahead of you; he gestures rarely, but when he does, every joint of every ﬁnger seems to be underscoring a different, subtle part of his idea.

Despite all the old injuries (broken bones all over his body—here from a motorbike spill, there from something strange that happened with a rope), his athletic prowess is not lost on those with whom he’s worked. Liam Neeson marveled at Bloom’s ﬁght scenes in Kingdom of Heaven. “Some actors are utterly lost if you put a sword in their hands,” he says. “Orlando is all physical grace—and there’s Errol Flynn again!”

Cameron Crowe, for his part, actually directed Bloom in the only television ad Crowe has ever shot, a quasi parody of Invasion of the Body Snatchers, shot in black and white, for Gap clothing. All we saw was Orlando Bloom and Kate Beckinsale running through shadowy streets. “He has this Hard Day’s Night physicality,” Crowe says. “Watching what we’d shot in the Gap commercial, there was Kate Beckinsale—who’s hot!—and we couldn’t stop looking at him. He’s exploding with life.”

The whole blend of modesty and the movie-star looks can only have contributed to Orlando Bloom’s celebrity. In an average week, even with no ﬁlm release in sight, he’s in a hundred articles worldwide—the more so when anything kindles (or is stanched) with the dazzling Kate Bosworth.

That said, he’s not entirely allergic to Hollywood tricks. For instance, when celebrities stay at hotels, as most people know, they check in under false names, like Fred Flintstone or Jay Gatsby. Billy Bob Thornton, for instance, sometimes uses the name of a certain writer. For her part, Kirsten Dunst uses a musical reference.
“I’m not exactly sure what name Orlando goes by,” Dunst says, “but I bet it’s something sexual. He’s very ﬂirty. And that’s easy to understand. You should have seen them in Kentucky: Girls lined up holding signs with his name on them. He was very gracious.”

Typically, Bloom regards most attention as a ﬂeeting thing. And he’s not interested in spending precious time on ﬂeeting things. Especially tabloid attention.

“That stuff is not a part of my daily life,” he says. “Most of it is bullshit. It even becomes hard to have a casual friendship, because suddenly you’re ‘linked to’ that person.… I guess there’s got to be a cost. You can’t live the spoils without having the ﬂip side of that coin. So you learn to live with it.”

Curiously, Bloom is so famous in costume that until recently he was able to blend in when he moved around in public. Cameron Crowe recalls that when the cast of Elizabethtown was shooting and living in Kentucky, girls were lining the streets just to catch a glimpse of Orly Bloom. (Though no one except the tabloids actually calls him Orly.)

“He was incredibly famous, but no one really knew what he looked like,” Crowe says, still amazed. “In Lexington, there was a girls’ national soccer championship team in the hotel. These girls were actually walking the halls—they were roaming in packs—looking for him. I heard them saying things like, ‘He’s on the seventh ﬂoor!’ And he was standing right there. Right there. He just disappeared into the culture.”

That air of mystery is attractive to ﬁlm directors. Crowe recalls reading something Warren Beatty once said—that 75 percent of what people bring to a movie is their perception of the actor. “In that sense, it’s great to have a fresh guy to put in the center of a movie,” Crowe says. “We don’t really know who he is. Orlando is a clean slate. Since Tom Cruise in Risky Business, very few guys that age have been able to do a comedy or drama and be that interesting to look at—and to really hold the center of a movie.”

These days, Bloom’s mother more than compensates for his aversion to his tabloid press. (And of course, when it comes to propriety and accuracy, British tabloids make their American cousins look like Huxley’s Illustrated History of Gardening.) She clips it all, keeps track of his status as “the most downloaded human on earth,” and shuffles through the bags of fan letters he receives. Bloom recoils. “I keep saying, ‘Mom, I don’t want to know,’ ” he says. “I don’t want to see whether I’m on some chart. There will be a time when I won’t be. That doesn’t mean I’m not grateful. But I keep telling her, ‘They keep building me up, so they’re going to tear me down!’

“I keep getting asked what it’s like to be a heartthrob,” he adds, much amused by the unspoken joke: Tempus fugit. “There’s that next kid, believe me, who’s right there on my tail—and if he’s not right now, he’s gonna be!”
Bloom is convincing when he says things like this: offhand remarks a modest person would say so as not to seem like a preening, self-absorbed *** in a magazine article. And when he says he has too much self-doubt to believe the hype, there’s not a trace of posturing. A casting agent once told him that a little self-doubt will get you a long way: It makes you work harder, keeps you sharp. “If you think you can do it all,” Bloom says, suddenly showing some heat, “you’re just gonna sit back. Whereas I’m constantly working at it: doing more sword training for Pirates, getting coached on dialect to make sure it’s as good as it can be for Elizabethtown. I’m always working, because the one time I don’t, I guarantee, is when I’ll end up saying ‘D’oh!’ ”

He looks at his enormous wristwatch somewhat worriedly, for he actually has a dialect session in an hour or so, and more than once he has registered that it’s a real concern for him. (It was also the sole doubt Cameron Crowe had in casting him, though that one doubt was quickly put to rest, Crowe says.)

“Look, I just want to stay normal,” Bloom says, very normally. “That’s the biggest challenge: being able to sit in a café and watch the world go by.”

Granted, wide is the road to temptation and—at least until that next kid catches Orlando J. B. C. Bloom—his world is a sea of temptations. But he prides himself on learning lessons, even other people’s life lessons. “My dad once told me that one of his dreams was coming to Los Angeles, getting a Mustang, and driving it down Sunset Boulevard,” he says, beaming at the memory. “One day, it came true. And he got pulled over by the police. Know why they stopped him? Know why? He was driving too slowly! That’s a great story for me. He was soaking up the environment and he got done! ‘Sir, you got done!’ ”

In more than one sense, Bloom isn’t ﬁnished. Even at the outset of his career, he’s ever ﬂickering with a Buddhist tendency here or there. He chokes at the fact that he’s in an industry where it’s a virtue to label its products (including actors). Yet he has no idea what his label should read. “I’m still trying to formulate the idea of who I am—and part of the problem of having these ideas and images projected on you is that it’s hard enough really ﬁguring that **** out!”

Even in the Shangri-la conﬁnes of Bloom’s temporary home, time does not stop, and the hour is running late. At a dialogue coach’s office across town, there’s a new identity to burnish: some “R” sounds to harden, a few “A” sounds to ﬂatten out. Orlando Bloom shakes his head and eats one last bad blueberry. “There’s only a story in success so far,” he says, refusing to descend from the philosophical level before he ﬂees the hotel out his private exit. “That’s why Cameron made a movie about failure—about ﬁasco. Because we all meet in the dirt. That’s where we meet.”
Marshall Sella wrote last month about Cameron Diaz.

作者: VVA 时间: 2005-10-19 20:08
另类的OB,很特别啊~~~~~
很难得看见他以这样的形象出现啊,怎么会有那么有型的人啊！！！
真是让人心情激动！！！！！！
可惜文章我只看得懂一点~~~~

作者: yuying1085 时间: 2005-10-19 21:29

开花这孩子平时太打扮太随性了,象我们这样看惯了他平时样子的,一旦出来一组特别精心打扮过的照片,就特别惊艳~

一身的贵族气息呀![em11][em11][em11][em11][em06][em06]

作者: 风语冰音 时间: 2005-10-19 23:10
瓦卡卡，开花这组图片早翘首以待大图了，没想到是GQ的，人家不愧是男性杂志啊，真是会拍照啊~~~我这口水啊~~~

说起knocktam，泪啊，想当初她可是翻译队伍中的一员猛将啊，还有花生，不知道都跑到哪里去了~~

亲爱的月啊，555，姐姐您这狠啊，我说说而已，您就这么一大篇的过来了，偶8管，我现在英语负八级，要想要翻译，上QQ找花生，要不到k的根据地直接去威逼利诱：
http://knocktam.tianyablog.com/blogger/view_blog.asp?BlogName=knocktam
大家同去同去阿，偶在这儿等着大家的成果，表说是我出卖的她，HOHO~~

作者: lingling 时间: 2005-10-19 23:15
开花还是喜欢穿奇怪的袜子呀^^
那篇采访有哪位好心的大人翻一下就好了，头晕中……

作者: 月月 时间: 2005-10-19 23:29
汗，翻译大军一个个都深海遨游去liao，不逮自告奋勇滴更待何时？？话说回来，GQ杂志的文章一向有水准，完整翻译一篇，成就感大大滴哦[em00]

还有从前的某M~，唉，正“HC热恋”之中，米指望了.......

作者: lin7820 时间: 2005-10-20 00:41
我要说这篇访问是我所看到最好的一篇，里面看得出开花对记者比以前自然，而且能更清楚的表达自己所要的，给我映象比较深的是他说他的cousin对他说，你高大英俊，而在你以后的一生中你都要为这一点道歉。我想他的这位cousin说出了为什么有一些人就是跟OB过不去的原因。他太漂亮了，又太乖了，而且更可怕的是他还levelheaded，怎么可能不招人妒？里面记者跟他开玩笑说，你要慈悲吗？那么你就要去beg。而OB则说，我只不过是一个把背摔断了的孩子而已。(所以记者大人们别对他太苛刻，)

作者: lin7820 时间: 2005-10-20 00:48
而且里面有段话想让我哭，就是OB谈到自己的妈妈很紧张自己在网上的反应，她的宝贝儿子是否还那么受欢迎，而OB一再对他妈妈说，“他们把我捧到最高的地方只不过就是想让我再从最高的地方摔下来而已。“ 而且他还告诉他妈妈，他不希望他出现在什么最什么的名单里，而当他不出现在这种名单里的时候并不代表他就不是一个好演员了。
你们说，OB是不是看得更开，也更成熟了？这样的人，别说他的外表漂亮，即使他外表不漂亮也足以赢得我的尊敬。

作者: 月月 时间: 2005-10-20 08:05
好孩子.......

------OB谈到自己的妈妈很紧张自己在网上的反应，她的宝贝儿子是否还那么受欢迎

永远都是爱他的人比他自己还紧张.......

作者: yuying1085 时间: 2005-10-20 09:28
他不愿意拍那些可以让他尽情摆酷耍帅的广告,他平时穿着极其随性自然,他对FANS的热情和耐心，还有他从各方面表现出的恋旧及重感情…………他的确是不会在乎那么些什么最什么的排名的人，他只在乎自己是不是一个好演员。
可我一直担心，他太在乎做一个好演员了，他认真、他努力、他投入了太多感情，可是当这些都不能得到正比例回报的时候，他是不是也会受到比别人更深的伤害？
看着他一路走来，为他笑，为他愁，为他高兴，为他心疼，我们的确是会比他自己更紧张吧？可是他所受到的伤害谁又能帮他分担呢？

原谅我，我已经语无伦次了，最近因为伊镇比较神经呀~~爬走……ORZ……OTL……OTL……

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作者: bjfaye 时间: 2005-10-20 10:17
开花的努力是否能得到他想要的，只有时间能答复他。长得过分好看的男演员都会有这样的烦恼，但时间会证明一切。保罗.纽曼、罗伯特.雷德福都经历过，但好演员的内在光芒终究不会被外表掩盖。

作者: vic 时间: 2005-10-20 10:51

以下是引用yuying1085在2005-10-20 9:28:34的发言：
他不愿意拍那些可以让他尽情摆酷耍帅的广告,他平时穿着极其随性自然,他对FANS的热情和耐心，还有他从各方面表现出的恋旧及重感情…………他的确是不会在乎那么些什么最什么的排名的人，他只在乎自己是不是一个好演员。
可我一直担心，他太在乎做一个好演员了，他认真、他努力、他投入了太多感情，可是当这些都不能得到正比例回报的时候，他是不是也会受到比别人更深的伤害？
看着他一路走来，为他笑，为他愁，为他高兴，为他心疼，我们的确是会比他自己更紧张吧？可是他所受到的伤害谁又能帮他分担呢？

原谅我，我已经语无伦次了，最近因为伊镇比较神经呀~~爬走……ORZ……OTL……OTL……

抱住yuying.....大啖啃yuying......你說出了所有偶想說的.....同爬走....ORZ.....OTL....OTL.....

好消息....星期二的米國票房，etown 是第一呢，以較少的院線能拿第一不易.......希望能維持....[em00][em00][em00]

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作者: lin7820 时间: 2005-10-20 11:18
Do you think I should go to the movie again with my hus, but I really hate the first part!

作者: yuying1085 时间: 2005-10-20 11:35
去看吧,你推迟十几分钟进去好了.

作者: vic 时间: 2005-10-20 12:29
LIN, 為虾米你不喜歡第一段??? 偶好奇ING

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作者: lin7820 时间: 2005-10-20 12:45
第一部份是去总公司那段，非常的depress,特别是那个老板叫他去什么地方的那段，也明显是侮辱他，当时OB的表演就是哭了一声立刻又咽回去，然后又说"I am fine".好可怜，要换了我，说不定立刻就从楼上跳下去了。

作者: ling66 时间: 2005-10-20 20:02

以下是引用lin7820在2005-10-20 0:41:48的发言：
我要说这篇访问是我所看到最好的一篇，里面看得出开花对记者比以前自然，而且能更清楚的表达自己所要的，给我映象比较深的是他说他的cousin对他说，你高大英俊，而在你以后的一生中你都要为这一点道歉。我想他的这位cousin说出了为什么有一些人就是跟OB过不去的原因。他太漂亮了，又太乖了，而且更可怕的是他还levelheaded，怎么可能不招人妒？里面记者跟他开玩笑说，你要慈悲吗？那么你就要去beg。而OB则说，我只不过是一个把背摔断了的孩子而已。(所以记者大人们别对他太苛刻，)

555555555555^看到开花这样说^偶的心在抽紧啊~多好的一孩子啊^努力的好辛苦啊^请上天^多给他对点机会和肯定吧^
　记得有人说过这样的话^努力不一定成功^要想成功就一定要努力啊~
开花加油啊~

作者: yuying1085 时间: 2005-10-20 22:02

作者: aladdin 时间: 2005-10-20 22:14
扑过去～～～就是要找这套黑社会！

开花啊，不说什么了，这么乖的孩子，别说好莱坞，上哪都找8出几个啊～～～

作者: 浊酒 时间: 2005-10-20 22:23
26层这张,小样儿~~~俺不行了

作者: 风魔若舞 时间: 2005-10-21 19:28
美人~~~冷不~~~~要不偶抱着你~~~~~

作者: 风语冰音 时间: 2005-10-22 00:48
555，仔细看了，真是心疼，尤其又谈了好多开花的背，泪，我都快看不下去了。。。不过喜欢这种比较有内容的采访。

好多词我都不理解，所以翻译够呛了，我已经去找K了，不行再找小M，再不行。。。咱们自己凑提纲吧，汗|||

作者: 月月 时间: 2005-10-22 08:47
嗨!昨天小M和小k已商量好分工合作,相信8久偶们就有好文看了,耶!

作者: yuying1085 时间: 2005-10-27 14:39
5555555555555我让我妹从美国给我买这月的GQ,她到现在还没有买到,她说她住的地方是小地方,没有这个杂志,她11月20日回国,说回来前几天会去好莱坞玩,那时候可能是十一月中了,那时GQ November号市面上还买不买得到啦?

作者: 浊酒 时间: 2005-10-27 19:22
找到稍大些的

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作者: lin7820 时间: 2005-10-27 23:55
I bought GQ last week, this week I checked the bookshelf, it's all gone, replace by new one.

作者: lyra 时间: 2005-10-28 08:24
http://www.ka-bloom.org/forum/index.php?&act=ST&f=124&t=12652
trl UK的视频,大家还记得那个alex吗,哈哈,这次他继续hitting on 开花,两个人若无旁人的调情.

作者: 风语冰音 时间: 2005-10-28 19:14
爆，今天趁上机时间把这段视频下来了，那两只啊~~~那可是电视节目，也不知道收敛着点儿，简直肆无忌惮的眉目传情吗，一开头两人啥也不说嗯嗯哎哎半天，简直故意让人YY啊。。。。开花的长毛越发华丽丽滴了，狂汗，简直要开花，Alex的头发也好像长了些，反正两个人站在一块，似乎波长很搭配，太可爱了。。。上次那锅bloomer居然卖到了一千多英镑，555，果然素有钱人多。这次签的是曼联队服，可惜我现在喜欢的是切尔西，米办法，穆帅太有个性鸟~~

其实这回伦敦本来开花是去不了的，没想到巴哈马那块儿有了暴风，于是海盗停了几天，哎哎，和那锅比开花还苗条纤细的Alex好有缘啊~~

PS：还米人翻译文啊，哪位亲去催催？

作者: ling66 时间: 2005-10-29 01:26

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作者: coin 时间: 2006-4-2 09:19
翻译……望眼欲穿的等……

作者: ling66 时间: 2006-4-29 00:08

http://elflady.com/orlandolove/showthread.php?t=7693

这个说开花吓迷了啊???谁帮忙翻译一下啊~

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作者: Szeki 时间: 2009-12-12 23:19
1樓重新上傳失效的圖片了~每張都美不勝收啊！

作者: 小煙 时间: 2009-12-12 23:45
已经在叫唤了！！开花好可爱啊！！

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