The esquire Directed by Wes anderson
MONTAGE: The words Esquire, spelled out in ribbons, are pinned on a cork board. A harpsichord starts playing. “2011” fades in. Camera quick-pans to people setting up a photoshoot. One guy is sitting on a ladder. One of them is holding stacked boxes of pies. A cameraman dusts his lens. Various comedians looking in the mirror and so on. The text “Part One: The Photoshoot” slides in.
JENHAN (V.O.) At the first photoshoot, I got to meet two of Esquire’s finest. First was the then-editor, Sam Coleman, who was ever-dapper and shook your hand with two of his, while his well-groomed salt and pepper hair bounced up and down like a leaf on a spritely spring afternoon tree branch. CUT TO Sam sailing on a yacht while wearing blue stripes. Sam hiking an icy mountain in a purple beret. Sam at a dinner function with a white Owen Wilson, Luke Wilson and Jason Schwartzman. All filmed with Sam in the middle of the frame.
JENHAN (V.O.) (CONT’D) The second person I met was tiny and dressed in black, almost intentionally, to appear inconspicuous or tinier. She spoke little louder than whispers and had soft hands like a Japanese soufflé cheesecake and shook yours gentler than a face mist — it felt like it was there one moment and a memory before you know it. And that was the first time I met Rebecca. CUT TO Rebecca strokes a motionless black cat. FADE OUT