Un-Titled Project is an annual art, fashion and culture magazine featuring in-depth interviews, personal essays, fashion, nudes, art and illustration.
It’s Sunday afternoon in New York, and actor Chris Zylka and I plan to meet at the corner of Perry and Hudson Street in the West Village. We’ve never met before, but he’s easy to spot amongst the listless post-brunch crowd that’s shuffling about.
Jessica has an easy attitude as she talks. Yes, you could blame it on being Canadian (sorry Canada, you polite bastards), but really, I think she’s just enjoying the ride.
That Victoria Bartlett decided to name her conceptual line of body-focused clothing. VPL says a lot about her and her brand. - and yes, it stands for what you think it does, 20-plus years in New York have done nothing to diminish this Brit's cheeky sense of irreverence.
If you don’t know who Gustaf Skarsgård is already, it’s not strange. He doesn’t really give interviews, doesn’t really care about publicity, or socializing at “important” events. That’s because he prefers to put his attention on his job - an Actor.
Matt Dillon’s “new favorite word is verisimilitude.” It’s not the cadence of the adjective that draws him in, though my own tongue twists while he mouths it with ease. It’s the getting at the truth that he’s after. “Big things happen to little people,” he says self-deprecatingly, his voice a deep baritone, lacking in pretension. At the age of fourteen while cutting class, Mr. Dillon was discovered by a casting director for the film, Over the Edge and subsequently cast in the lead role as Ritchie, a troubled teen.
Christophe Kutner drew inspiration for this series from the 1997 film Gummo, directed by Harmony Korine. The film was set in Xenia, Ohio, a small poor Midwestern town that had been previously struck by a devastating tornado. The loose narrative follows several main characters who find odd and destructive ways to pass time.
Marc Forster is recalling a dream. When people relay their dreams, my face usually halts to a bemused, glassy stare while my brain picks through a shopping list of things I would rather do. Even a fleeting hallucination feels too private to print (though confidentially, his detailed description of a goat haunted me for days).
Max Irons is busy. Very busy. And so, after many failed attempts at conducting this interview in person, we finally settled on Skype to bring us together; he while vacationing in Greece, and I in NYC suffering through a blistering heat wave.
Words by Madison Stephens, photography by Anthony Ward, photographed in Upstate, NY.
