Harper’s Baazar Robert and Kristen Hotness
Harper’s Bazaar gives us a snippet of the Rob and Kristen article:
“Kristen doesn’t take any slack,” Rob says. “She sticks to her guns — and that’s difficult to do.” He also thinks she’s a better actor than he is. “I don’t really know how to act. I’m kind of guessing everything. … Even though I can conceptualize stuff, she can actually do it. I can make something so complex and then be like, That was pout 27.” He reckons she’s a better judge of character too. “She’ll decide on someone a lot quicker. She has a lot more self-esteem than I do, so she’s like, ‘You’re an idiot and I don’t want to talk to you,’ and I’m like, ‘I’m an idiot too!’ So I’ll talk to an idiot for like three days before deciding.”That handicap aside, Rob is gloriously handsome. The planes of his face work beautifully in 3-D, 2-D, probably 1-D too. But in person, he doesn’t have a whole lot of game. He is self-deprecating to a fault. (During the interview, he refers to himself as an idiot a half dozen times.) He also maintains, in all seriousness, that he’s never broken up with a girl; they’ve always broken up with him. “Eventually, the girl is like, ‘I know it’s got nothing to do with me. You’re an?…?idiot.’”
In the corner of Rob’s hotel room sits a stack of boxes. “Most of it is my dirty washing from New York,” he says shamefacedly. “I didn’t do any washing the whole time I was there. I just put it in boxes and shipped them up here.” When his clean laundry runs out, he steals socks and underwear from sets. I find a suspicious lump in his jacket pocket, which turns out to be a pair of black socks. “Oh, God!” he says, bursting out in laughter. “See? I’m a klepto.”