Category: Photoshoots

Press/Gallery: Jason Momoa: In awe at the size of this lad

The hulking action man on his rise to fame.

 

   
 

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SHORT LIST – Before he arrived in a Pantera vest that covered roughly 30% of his torso, Jason Momoa had two requests.

For lunch he would like meat on a stick (specifically: “various meats”). To wash it down: Guinness, and lots of it (though he changes his mind to “green juice” on the day). Later, he will concede to enjoying Guinness so much that he drinks it as often as he can. “I don’t get p*ssed from it. I drink it because it tastes good.” When I how-long-is-a-piece-of-a-string him about the amount of Guinness it would theoretically take to fell a Jason Momoa, he shrugs; it is impossible to tell how much of Ireland’s most famous export would be required to down this bull-sized, luscious-locked behemoth – best known for Game Of Thrones and, now, for playing Aquaman – because it has never happened. We may never know.

Momoa possesses an extreme, almost dangerous amount of vigour. He is ecstatic when he sees the log cabin we constructed for his ShortList cover shoot. He loves the garish and luxurious knitwear, even when he FaceTimes his wife, the actress Lisa Bonet, and she considers one of the jumpers “Bill Cosby-ish”. “Ha ha!” he bellows, as he thunders around the room, wearing his own stressed-looking pair of workboots because his feet are too wide to fit into any of our fancier, capital-F fashion shoes. He is cheery, despite finding out the photos he supplied for his China visa have been… diplomatically declined on account of his chunky jewellery, his shaggy hair filling too much of the frame, and his facial expression. His photo has been declared far too in-your-face, too Momoa-ish, for something as pragmatic as conditional authorisation to a foreign country, so he must take it again.

“I want people to see me be funny and romantic, not some big lug. I can make something beautiful”

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Gallery/Videos: Saturday Night Live!

   
   
 

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Press/Gallery: ‘Aquaman’ Star Jason Momoa Is a Real American Badass


 

   
 

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MEN’S JOURNAL – SHOULD I TRIGGER PREMATURE LABOR hurling this ax, at least I know that Jason Momoa Opens a New Window. ’s catcher’s-mitt hands are here to help deliver the baby.

This is what I’m thinking as I stand next to the hulking 6’4” actor, both of us eyeing his makeshift wooden target. Momoa is explaining the allure of throwing an ax, the sense of satisfaction and catharsis he gets from the thunk of a blade sinking into a wall, the testosterone boost he believes it delivers.

But I’m behind a beat—probably because I am 30 weeks pregnant, with a belly that makes me look like I’m smuggling a watermelon under my shirt. I’m in the final stretch for my firstborn and under doctor’s orders to avoid any new physical activities—“even yoga.” I briefly wonder if Dr. Caldwell would count chucking heavy axes as exercise, but Momoa seems unfazed. “Heyyy, mama,” he’d said by way of greeting when we met, pointing to my gut. “Look at that!”

Now he proceeds to hand me four sharpened tomahawks. He designed them himself, working with a local outfit to source the wood and forge the steel. The ax handle is as long as my arm; the blade is eight inches long. It’s heavy, and it feels awkward and unwieldy as I cock it behind my head and aim at a wooden target about 15 feet away.

“The trick,” Momoa says, “is to throw straight, release early, and don’t bend your wrist. People always bend their wrists, like they’re throwing a football spiral or a baseball.”

My eyes flick down to a bulbous stomach below, and then I let the tomahawk fly. The blade hits the wall flat. The second, third, and fourth tries drive into the dirt—I’m throwing down, releasing late.

“Should I, um, slow it down? Not throw so hard?” I ask.

“Fuck, no!” Momoa answers. “Throw it with all you’ve got.”

He’s patient through more failed attempts, quick with encouragement and tips. Step forward with confidence. Keep hips square to the wall. Throw harder. Yet despite the coaching, I can’t bury a blade into the wood.

Momoa offers to demonstrate. He backs up an additional 15 or 20 feet—“I’m going for the long shot,” he says. In quick succession— thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk—he sinks each ax into the center of a two-foot square on the wall and lets out a triumphant battle cry.

He walks back over to me, grinning. “Isn’t it so fucking fun?”

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Gallery: Photoshoot and Magazine Scan Update

   
  
 

 

 

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Gallery: The Big Picture at CinemaCon

I added some pictures from today’s CinemaCon but I will have more tomorrow. I also added two photoshoots from 2017.

 

 

 

 

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