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Adam in Venice is always a vision, but he was especially gorgeous this day. There he was, on the red carpet in front of the theater, dapper in his tux and neatly knotted bow tie, the sunglasses he'd been wearing were tucked into his coat pocket but had left a faint impression on the bridge of his nose, and his beard trimmed more neatly than I'd ever seen.
Mostly Adam's whiskers seem to somehow leap from rather long stubble straight into a somewhat scraggly beard, but he'd clearly made an extra effort to have his facial hair especially tidy that day, and with his chin tipped upwards we get an extra good look at how that better-tended-than-usual-beard ruffles down his throat. I am especially amused by that single rogue silver hair on the left corner of his chin which somehow escaped being trimmed as short as the rest of it's brothers.
But it's an unusual choice, even for someone like Adam, who is known for unusual choices, to look up over the heads of all of the photographers vying for your attention. I wonder what he was gazing at, and where his thoughts were taking him.
It's a wistful expression, but not an unhappy one; his brows are quirked upwards enough to tug a tiny wrinkle into the upper lid of his left eye and dig those furrows into his brow, but something about the softness of his mouth and the forthright but relaxed set to his shoulders leaves me with the feeling that perhaps he was just quietly taking a moment, in the midst of the chaos, to appreciate the extraordinary gift of being there. It's not every day— or, for that matter, every life!— when you get stand on the red carpet in front of the main theater of the Venice Film Festival as the lead actor in a movie directed by someone you idolized as a kid.
Even if you famously aren't all that fond of red carpets.
Photo used for reference taken by the_italian_reve during the red carpet for the premiere of "Ferrari" on 31 Aug 2023 at the Venice Film Festival.
About 22.5 hours of painting time. I had intended for this to be a quicker, brushier, less tightly controlled portrait, but the details, like the curve of his mustache hairs where they spring up and out of his upper lip, were just too delicious, and I happily fell, nay, I leaped, headlong down the rabbit hole pursuing them.
Mostly Adam's whiskers seem to somehow leap from rather long stubble straight into a somewhat scraggly beard, but he'd clearly made an extra effort to have his facial hair especially tidy that day, and with his chin tipped upwards we get an extra good look at how that better-tended-than-usual-beard ruffles down his throat. I am especially amused by that single rogue silver hair on the left corner of his chin which somehow escaped being trimmed as short as the rest of it's brothers.
But it's an unusual choice, even for someone like Adam, who is known for unusual choices, to look up over the heads of all of the photographers vying for your attention. I wonder what he was gazing at, and where his thoughts were taking him.
It's a wistful expression, but not an unhappy one; his brows are quirked upwards enough to tug a tiny wrinkle into the upper lid of his left eye and dig those furrows into his brow, but something about the softness of his mouth and the forthright but relaxed set to his shoulders leaves me with the feeling that perhaps he was just quietly taking a moment, in the midst of the chaos, to appreciate the extraordinary gift of being there. It's not every day— or, for that matter, every life!— when you get stand on the red carpet in front of the main theater of the Venice Film Festival as the lead actor in a movie directed by someone you idolized as a kid.
Even if you famously aren't all that fond of red carpets.
Photo used for reference taken by the_italian_reve during the red carpet for the premiere of "Ferrari" on 31 Aug 2023 at the Venice Film Festival.
About 22.5 hours of painting time. I had intended for this to be a quicker, brushier, less tightly controlled portrait, but the details, like the curve of his mustache hairs where they spring up and out of his upper lip, were just too delicious, and I happily fell, nay, I leaped, headlong down the rabbit hole pursuing them.
