Owen is so still in repose that when he laughs—and his is the loud, forceful, blow-your-hair-back kind—it’s like a jack-in-the-box. It’s exhilirating and scary when it leaps out and instantly sobering when he snaps it back in.
Details magazine, September 2007 issue, with The Clive on the cover. Isn’t it such a spot-on description of Clive Owen?! Wish I could write like this. It’s a Friday afternoon and I’m sleepy and feeling lazy to work so I’m just killing time by staring at Clive and wishing I could go down to Nail Spa for a foot spa. I’m overcome with weekend ennui—and the weekend hasn’t even started.
Sleepwalking 