It's our time-wasting habit of sharing fav Instagram posts of the weeks via celeb fantasy questions. SO...Would you rather
... play on the red carpet with Audra McDonald and Mary Testa (and Billy Porter sorta) ?
... hot tub it with Grant Gustin in Mexico?
... enjoy fresh avocados with Zooey Deschanel?
... watch a Toronto Raptors game with Dan Levy?
... get political at LifeBall in Vienna with Lea Delaria & Alan Cumming?
... hit the drive-in theater with Jenny Slate?
... go backstage with U2 at an Elton John concert?
... snuggle with Katee Sackhoff?
... check out old Elvis memorabilia with Baz Luhrmann?
... practice "red carpet self care" with Jena Malone?
Pictures are after the jump to help you decide.
Had so much fun at the Tony Awards and took fun pics with new and old friends but this one was my favorite. Me and the iconic Mary Testa taking a pic with the train of @theebillyporter ‘s gown while he was doing the red carpet. Maturity...we has it.
Sad to leave it behind.
That feeling when you cut open the perfect avocado 🥑
#goraptors
FUCK TRUMP!
Go see it this weekend, pets! @secretlifeofpets ❤️❤️❤️❤️
Thanks for stopping by my gig in Dublin last night, @u2. Love you guys ❤️ #EltonFarewellTour 📷: @bengibsonphoto
Boys.
⚡️TCB⚡️in the archives
It’s not that I don’t give a fuck. But rather it’s that I allow myself to enjoy the process in my own damn way. Now , as a woman that knows the ins and the outs of a red carpet , I simply allow myself to have the kind of fun that makes me smile. I dress a thousand ways, collaborating and being inspired by a team that I respect and feel fully seen by. I step into the space of metamorphosis like a child does with a new word that opens the imagination. I play. I create. I allow. I don’t judge myself nor do I allow the weight of not always being perfect to smudge the taste of borrowed perfection for a certain evening. I paint my face , I oil my body , I have a glass of wine , I surrender to simply being a body in a frame. I talk to the photographers, I take my own damn time , I angle my body to create the kinds of images I wanna take of myself. As a photographer, I try and bring my own camera and when I step on to the carpet , I make a small agreement with myself , the first shot is mine. I teeter tottered on to this black carpet and instantly saw this holy sun streak. I did not meet the eyes of the other photographers yet, I set my camera up and put the self timer on and walked into that golden beacon of light and posed for my own damn self. Something , I imagine , I would share with my child’s child someday. Some secret part of me that not everyone gets to look at. I walked back to my camera , handed it over to my lovely handler, and then introduced myself to the line up. Eyes up and open. Inviting them in. Saying, without saying , this is your time my loves , ask what you want of me. Be gentle and kind. And I’ll give you everything I can without dropping my own self advocacy . Because honey, if your not looking out for your self love then nobody else knows where to look either. Whom ever caught this very tender and sacred act of mine, I appreciate that. For my 35mm film will not be developed for weeks. #ramblingsofanactor #redcarpetselfcare