Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit: Leighton Meester | Flaunt

Quantum Mechanic | FLAUNT

Analeigh Tipton** | Flaunt

“Here is a young woman who is obsessed with Dungeons & Dragons (“I am a dark elf and I use a long bow as my weapon,” she confesses), is applying to a NASA program to become an astronaut, and purports to frequently dream in Klingon.”

**I’m obsessed with Analeigh and this article cements that. She blew it away in Crazy Stupid Love and looks darling in Damsels In Distress. And who cares about her Top Model past when she has a promising film career ahead of her. This is basically a plea to jump on board the “Analeigh Praise Train.” 

Norman Reedus | Flaunt

“I’m trying to play [Daryl] as a virgin who was constantly put down and had to fight for everything, as someone with a huge chip on his shoulder.”

James Franco’s ass stares at me from my desktop. it almost farts in my face. It feels like it wants to. Like it’s wanted to for weeks. But alas, this two-dimensional ass can’t blast any audible sass. It’s simply a photo, intended for our art cover—its gassy desires aren’t relevant. Of relevance is: how did we get here? How did Flaunt Magazine find itself a participant, throughout kept at an usual arm’s length, in the multiplicitous James Franco off-the-backlot artistry—what some amidst the fray might call an egoistic cluster-fuck, but what we’ll call a modern portrait of an ambitious man of means—onto not one, but two covers? 

Flaunt, issue 117