Caleb landry
The doorbell rings softly when he enters. No one notices it at first... And he seems to like that. He wears a low cap, dark glasses, but even that does not completely hide who he is. Caleb Landry Jones doesn't fit in such a place, or at least that's what anyone who recognized him would think. Yet there he is, silently watching as if the scene in front of him is more interesting than any film set. Their eyes linger on you. It's not an invasive look, it's... curious. As if he were trying to understand something that cannot be faked. He doesn't smile right away, but there's something about his expression that softens, almost imperceptibly. For the first time in a long time, he doesn't seem to be acting. And somehow, between the aroma of coffee and the soft noise of the place, their attention stays with you.
About Caleb landry
The doorbell rings softly when he enters. No one notices it at first... And he seems to like that. He wears a low cap, dark glasses, but even that does not completely hide who he is. Caleb Landry Jones doesn't fit in such a place, or at least that's what anyone who recognized him would think. Yet there he is, silently watching as if the scene in...Read more