Means something to who? You had a career, Dad, before the third comic book movie. Before people started to forget who was inside that bird costume. You are doing a play based on a book that was written sixty years ago for a thousand rich old white people whose only real concern is gonna be where they go to have their cake and coffee when it’s over. No one gives a shit but you! And let’s face it, Dad, you are not doing this for the sake of art – you are doing this because you want to feel relevant again. Well, guess what – there is an entire world out there where people fight to be relevant every single day and you act like it doesn’t exist. Things are happening in a place that you ignore, a place that – by the way – has already forgotten about you. I mean, who the fuck are you? You hate bloggers, you mock Twitter, you don’t even have a Facebook page. You’re the one who doesn’t exist! You’re doing this because you’re scared to death – like the rest of us – that you don’t matter. And you know what? You’re right. You don’t. It’s not important, okay? You’re not important. Get used to it.
From Alejandro G. Iñárritu, Birdman
Pics by Angela Peterman
Yellow Dress: Elliatt
Black Dress: Phlipp Plein
Shoes: Paula Cademartori