It’s all about him

cumberbum:

Even more Smaug Behind the Scenes footage 

(Источник: oppuchan)

cumbertrekky:

iriarty:

Benedict with hairclips *criesintohands* so cute

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He looks so handsome.

cumberbum:

The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug - Conversations With Smaug - Official Warner Bros. UK

cumberbuddy:

Madame Tussauds - The Making of Benedict Cumberbatch

(со страницы deareje)

londonphile:

Benedict Cumberbatch - The Flaunt video is finally ‘legally’ available on their site/Vimeo, in case you care about such things.

http://flaunt.com/people/benedict-cumberbatch-2/

Little extra

(Источник: vimeo.com)

samuelbradley:

 An afternoon with Benedict Cumberbatch

 Celebrities spend a notable portion of their time with photographers. They spend this allotted time in front of a camera, choosing how much they reveal of themselves, posing, not posing, indulging requests, refusing them… Then they go away, often leaving a lasting impression on the photographer. Which begs the question, how much of an impression can a photographer leave on a celebrity? It would be easy to leave a bad one, just be an arsehole. But to leave a lasting positive impression before anyone even sees the photos, how often does that happen? 

 I am not flamboyant, loud, boisterous, camp or crass. I possess few of the imagined stereotypical celebrity photographer qualities. I am polite, patient, anxious in the beginning, more confident as the shoot goes on, witty if I get lucky and I like to talk to my subject. Not just asking them questions, like some kind of bonus interview, but talking about myself too, so it’s a normal conversation between two normal people. I don’t give enormous amounts of direction when making portraiture. I wait, I nudge, I wait some more, I suggest, I keep waiting until ‘the photograph appears’. Sometimes I take pictures to fill the time waiting for ‘the photograph’ and sometimes those pictures work, but most of the time I know when I have got the shot I’ve waited for before looking at the back of the camera, or seeing the contact sheets. In this case, with Benedict, I shot entirely on film.

 I don’t want to exaggerate, I’m sure my assistant would tell you that to him and anyone else on the shoot observing, there were no remarkable exchanges between myself and Mr Cumberbatch. At one point I told him he was being ‘too sexy’ - I think he’d undone some buttons on his shirt - and that became sort of a running joke for the rest of the shoot, but I’m probably romanticising. Even so, it sticks in my mind, begging embellishment with each retelling. 

  It’s intimidating, in truth, to talk to someone who’s very personality has catapulted them to international stardom. I didn’t achieve some small success in photography because I’m hilarious, brilliant, witty or charming, I got to where I am because of my ‘eye’ (and to an arguably larger extent, my business strategy). Whether or not I did a good job doesn’t become evident until much later on, after the shoot has finished and everyone has gone home. Benedict on the other hand, is required to exude charisma at all times, the nature of his talent means it is instantaneously evident, judged live. To photograph someone with his strength of character is to strive frantically to capture a portion of it. Even if you only manage half a second, that’s all you need, such is the immortality of a still image.

 I’ve had a lot of excellent feedback on the story for OUT magazine, most notably from Benedict’s devoted fan-base, who arguably know him best of all, being followers of everything he does, every photo, every interview, chat show appearance and the like. Still I don’t know what Benedict himself thinks of the pictures, or me as a person for that matter, and am unlikely to ever find out, at least directly.

 All I can say with absolute certainty about my time with Sherlock, Smaug, Julian, Alan, Khan, is that it never felt awkward or uncomfortable, I spent most of it smiling, a handful of it laughing, and whether I made any sort of impression on him or not, I am eternally thankful that he happened to be my first cover.

My horse, my horse - my goodness, Benedict’s hoarse!

Benedict Cumberbatch was feeling ‘exhausted’ last Saturday night, and his voice was hoarse … because he’d been shouting out for one. A horse, that is.

The actor told me how he had gone from the gala opening of the BFI London Film Festival, which showcased his film The Imitation Game — in which he stars as World War II codebreaker Alan Turing — to the set of The Hollow Crown’s Richard III. He had turned up at 5.30am, having had precious little sleep.

‘I was doing the Battle of Bosworth — you know, “My horse, my horse, my kingdom for a horse!” — on Thursday and Friday, and I was exhausted after it,’ the star, now raspy-voiced, recalled, following another screening of The Imitation Game hosted by Harper’s Bazaar and Studio Canal at the Mayfair Hotel.

Baz Bamigboye Daily Mail (via cumbertrekky)
“Wow, I, ehm, I actually loved this. I thought it was quite amazing and I … thought that Benedict should have played basketball, because he, ehm, I mean the height he achieved was amazing, and I thought it was great.
It’s exactly the sort of thing that should be done in those sorts of occasions that are taking themselves so seriously. The Oscars is very serious.”

The Edge from U2 answering the question: “What did you think about Benedict Cumberbatch photobombing you at the award show?” (X)

While Bono photobombs him constantly.

(via rox712)

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