Bill Murray & Wes Anderson (at Cannes) by Andrew H. Walker(Getty Images)
What we have here are two different, excellent uses of fame.
Wes: I have achieved success and acclaim! I can wear expensive suits!
Bill: I have achieved success and acclaim. I CAN WEAR WHATEVER I WANT. I CAN HOLD HANDS WITH MY DIRECTOR. I CAN SHOW AFFECTION AND/OR SCORN AS I SEE FIT. I AM BEYOND THAT WHICH CONCERNS THE REST OF YOU, THAT WHICH PLAGUES YOUR DREAMS AND CONSUMES YOUR EVERY WAKING HOUR. TIME IS BUT A WINDOW. DEATH IS BUT A DOOR.
BILL MURRAY IS.
Holy shit hshahahahah
Reblogging this again because every time I look at it I smile really huge, and because now that I’ve sobered up a little bit I can better articulate what I like about this. Which is that Wes just looks dapper/sassy/pretty as FUCK and Bill Murray looks like a weirdly possessive father
ALSO, they are both Aging Hipster alum; I have half a mind to reblog this to FYAH with the caption “first couple of aging hipsterdom” but I’ve already made a post on there with a questionable caption today
EDIT: That ^ was supposed to go to my personal account. But while we’re here, the sentiment still holds
