Here’s a new photoshoot for Flaunt magazine! Once again, I love it. She’s beautiful, but the photos are very retouched. Enjoy =)
The Oxygen Destroyer Must Not Be Used
Recently, everyone’s been congratulating Elizabeth Olsen. So when I think to do the same, standing in my house with a phone to my ear, waiting for Olsen to pick up the other end somewhere in the Aosta Valley in Northwestern Italy, I wonder which of her recent accomplishments I’m speaking to. This is when I get nervous.
After training at Tisch and starring in Sean Durkin’s cigarette burn of a debut Martha Marcy May Marlene (2011), Olsen has emerged from the silken cocoon of a famously show-busy family, neatly engineering a lo-fi, roots-up career.
But Olsen looks to be leaving obscurity behind. There’s The Avengers: Age of Ultron slated for release in 2015, and Gareth Edwards’ madly anticipated reimagining of the once-tainted Godzilla franchise out this spring. (Reasons for Congratulation #1, #2, and possibly #3.) Both pictures have in common large, well-established ensemble casts (including a double pairing with Aaron Taylor-Johnson), but consist of entirely divergent personalities: Cranston/Watanabe/Binoche on the one hand, and Downey Jr. and co. on the other.
As the phone rings, warbling and distant, I imagine Olsen lounging on a tufted settee in some historic Baronial hotel, panoramic Mont Blanc in the distant dark. I wonder whether or not she’s become eager to leave behind her indie roots and embrace the multimillion-dollar Hollywood machine, though that strikes me as unlikely. She answers and the first thing I do is excuse myself, blathering while I clumsily hot-potato my phone, making sure the damn thing is, indeed, recording.
Lizzie—as she introduces herself over my frantic screen-pawing—sounds relaxed and chirpy: a relief. A relief, too, that the app says it’s been dictating this whole time. And here’s a third, for good measure: Olsen’s breezy attitude makes me feel like if this totally fails, if the transoceanic call drops or the battery melts in my hand, calling her back wouldn’t be such a big deal.
I confirm we’re recording.
“I’d have no idea how to even begin to do that, honestly,” she starts in, laughing.